They Are Still Soldiers

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