Letter: A tribute to veterans

I wrote this poem; maybe you can use it:

Somewhere a man is crying, hungry, alone and hurt.
His head rests not on pillows, but cardboard boxes and dirt.
He would give His right arm to have a bit of food,
but people walk right by Him and say ‘Hey Bum curse you.’
His left arm is missing, He was not born that way.
He lost it in a battle way back in ‘the day.’
He fought and servrd His country, The good ’ol USA
and now they call Him crazy and leave Him where He lays.
He tried to get some help once, but only got closed doors.
They said we will help tonite old man, but can’t do nothing more.
And when the Memorial Day Parade came through, honoring ALL the vets
they came in midget cars, motor bikes and convertible corvettes.
When the moment came to sing, “The Star Spangled Banner”
He slowly rose with His only hand and saluted in Military Manner.
And watching the happy children, a tear rolled down His face.
He thought “I’d do it ALL again to protect the USA.”

Casaundra A. Lemke
Cleveland, N.C.