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I meet a homeless man today
He sat alone under a bridge
He carried a sign that said
Will someone just please listen
So I asked why the sign
He said it's my last wish
I want to tell my story
But I have no-one left to hear
So I asked if he was hungry
He replied a little bit
So I told him to get in
An took him for a meal
He told me of his sorrow
He spoke about his pain
He told about his love
And how he lost everything
His story touched my heart
I truly felt his pain
Here was a man who needed a friend
but was at the end of life's refrain
He thanked me for my kindness
He asked to call me friend
Then he crossed his arms upon his chest
And here his story ends
He died right then with a smile on his face
Of this I cannot lie
He'd told his story just to me
So that he could die
It was his last wish he'd said
It's all he wanted to do
To tell it in the hopes
That he'd be remember by you
He was a Vet you see
He'd served in many wars
He came home to find only
That his spirit was so torn
Torn because of sorrow
Torn for what he'd done
Torn because he'd lived
Through the worst things under the sun
His story was so personnel
His story was of pain
It's a story that no-one
Should have to live again
If we remember it
I know this to be true
The story of his life
Will be his final honor to you
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From one Vet to all the Active duty, Vets, Disabled Vets, and the Homeless among us. You are not alone and you shall never be forgotten. So much is asked of us and often we receive little. Little is thanks, rewards, or recognition but we never let it stop us from giving our all.
