The Cardboard Man
THE CARDBOARD MAN
He spent a year in Vietnam
Oh what a horrible shame
He returned home, but his mind stayed there
He hardly knew his name
He walked the halls of the nearest VA
But treatment didn't help
A cardboard box became his home
That is where he slept
You may see him on the interstate
With a crudely lettered sign
Declaring that he'll work for food
But little work does he find
He makes his way back to his box
Only to find that it is gone
Taken by the city street crew
And now he has no home
He roams the street seeking a haven
Where he may pass the night
Dirty, smelly, and long unshaven
What a tragic sight
They find him huddled in a doorway
This man without a bed
He served his country honorably
But now the cardboard man is dead
11 November 2011
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011
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