OLD SOLDIERS, SAILORS, MARINES

Submitted by: Debbie Beatty

A POEM TO REMEMBER

Ol Joe was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
He sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
Of his exploits with his buddies,
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew whereof he spoke.