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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Autumn leaves and melancholy The city park an Oasis for a lovers stroll As the cold nights invade the city lights Park benches, the hotels for the homeless A vagrant inebriated man, withered Drunk and destitute, no home to go He lies listless, snoring on the park bench Ragged clothes and a tattered life Wake UP Wake UP Shoved by the Police in the dead of night You must move on old man Or we shall issue you a court summons Ah but where shall I go? he boldly demands This is of no concern of ours old drunk You must vacate this park now We have no time for old drunk fools The old man asks, and who pray tell are you? I am the police, and your nightmare, if you don’t vacate now Oh Police? Not officers of the peace? Here to serve and protect? And who pray tell are you serving and protecting tonight? Do not talk back old man Worse things than a summons may befall upon you Now move on you stinky drunk As the story goes, the old man moved on, drunk and broken The next day, no better for the wear The old man rose, to begin another beggar’s day Voices inside tormented him Wounds from long ago Today, he proclaimed time to collect his just rewards His teeth ached, his belly hurt He bought a gun, from the toy store All he could afford Off he went to the City Bank Time for a withdrawal Hand me all your cash he demanded The teller whispered Old man we all know you You can not think to get away? Why you barely stumbled your way in here I doubt you can make it to your getaway bus? - concern and compassion in her voice He replied all proud None the less hand me your cash My plan is sound, you pretty lass Fear not I mean no harm to you sweetie At the door, those very same Police Yelled drop your weapon And so he did As they pushed him violently to the ground Sitting in the back seat, he smiled Finally justice will be served The Officer scolded him You drunk, you will be locked away now you scum 40 years before, the irony of life was to be painted The old drunk saved the life of a fellow soldier Who had a son, whom became a police officer Irony is the sadness that shall sink many a heavy heart Now the old man, with 10 years in prison Finally his country paid his dues This old war vet, got his 3 square meals His teeth all fixed and healthcare for an ailing heart God bless those who truly serve and protect
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