The wind outside it rages.
Blowing through season's pages.
They live here at different ages.
I often wonder what their age is.
Sacrafices in one war or another.
Giving their all for a brother.
Blood relations do run deep.
Wartime pals their minds do keep.
Some do stare off into space.
Awaiting their final resting place.
Many waiting just to say hi,
To the next person that walks by.
Many are here as forgotten men.
Kinfolk prefer to remember when,
these veterans were active and fun.
Now they seem the forgotten one.
They seldom ask for very much.
A simple hi or word as such.
Truth so hard to understand.
Just remember love is grand.
Take a moment once and awhile.
Take a drive and go the extra mile.
Sit, talk and laugh with them awhile.
You shall see their inward smile.
Care for those who cared for you.
Do for them what they can't do.
Give to them one thousand fold.
Someday soon you too will be old.
