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The Old
Comrade
By Dileas Gu Brath
Every year about this time
You'll see him at the mall
A man who's old and slightly bent,
Who once stood straight and tall.
And if you go you'll see him,
For he's there every day.
Dressed in a Legion blazer,
With poppies in a tray
Who is this ancient warrior
Who sacrificed his youth?
So we could live in freedom,
And all could know the truth.
How many times still in his youth
Did this man go through hell?
How many times watched helplessly,
As comrades around him fell
A dollar coin or maybe five,
It's a small price that I pay,
As I take a poppy,
And start to walk away.
Thank you sir the old man says,
With a voice that's strong and true,
And I turn and look in his eyes,
And say, No Sir... I thank you!
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