Homeless Vet On the Street
I saw a man holding up a sign,
It read, please help me I have'nt got a dime.
I stopped to talk to him as he stood on the street.
he said please help me I have nothing to eat.
My heart felt heavy as I saw him cry,
I had to help him out and not pass him by.
His eyes were sunk in, his skin so pale,
a pathetic image of a body so frail.
His clothes were worn and tattered,
to help this man was all that mattered.
I asked him if he had any family to speak of,
he replied, "no mam" I have knowone left and knowone to love.
Again my heart went out to this man,
when all he needed was a helping hand.
So many people had passed him by,
and I had to ask myself why let him die.
He said please won't you help me I'm at my wits end,
so I told him I'd help him and be his new friend.
He said I'm just a homeless vet another man on the street,
there's more out there like me fellow soilders I meet.
I thanked this man for his bravery so true,
as my admiration for him so fondly grew.
I took him in and gave him a home,
greatful I was for the brave service he'd shone.
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