They Are Still Soldiers
A crowd was watching as he shuffled by
His frame crumpled but his head held high
It had been so many years ago
The natives called them G I Joe
But now society scoffs at the thought
That these old men had valiantly fought
They saw skin wrinkled and torn by time
But he saw friends that they had left behind
What they saw as frail, useless, & weak
He saw as soldiers with hell to wreak
The world saw old and irrelevant men
But these guys saw death time and again
Stalwart and rugged like ancient boulders
You see old men, but they’re still soldiers