He sat on a bench
by the corner store.
His face weathered
and clothes worn
A cart of cans next to him.
As a young man,
he went to war.
Devoted to duty
and service,
love of country
and respect
for it’s leaders.
Today, on the street
cast aside,
like the junk
he collects.
Has his country
served him as well,
as he served it?
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