The War Hero

The War Hero

By R.e. Taylor

I lived on the street for my whole life

Across from the house of a crazy old man

I never spoke to him

I ignored him whenever he walked by

He never had a wife or kids

I never saw him with any friends

He lived his life and I lived mine

Until one day he was taken away

Maybe to hospital maybe to the grave

I didn’t care to know

The next day his house was covered with flags

All in tribute to that crazy old man

Word spread that he was an ANZAC

Who fought and survived at Gallipoli

He was a war hero with so many stories

Lone Pine, Beersheba and Hill 60

All were names burned in his memory

All of his stories are all lost to time
Now, I wished I would not have judged him

I wish I would have sat and listened to his tales

So that someone would remember his life

And the pride he had in being an ANZAC

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