One Of The Last

His memories of what was beginning to fade
The man who fought in the battle where heroes were made
He may well have walked in his last war parade
Perhaps the last post for him soon will be played

One cannot say of him he has time on his side
As most of those who fought by his side long since have died
Old war heroes die hard as some like to say
They fight to live on and slowly fade away

In his mid nineties a wrinkled old man
As human years go his has been a long span
With tired eyes of brown and silver gray hair
In his nursing home room he sits on his wheelchair

He survived the battle where many did fall
But life's journey's end it does come to us all
Most of those who fought by his side would have gone to an early grave
He is one of the last of the World War 2 brave.