An Aging War Hero

Though he never does walk in the annual town war war memorial parade
He was a brave soldier where heroes are made
On a retirement pension and feeling mentally down
An aging war hero in a suburban town
His children and grandchildren living elsewhere
In towns and in cities in the big World out there
His wife breathed her last many Seasons ago
And time once his friend it has become his foe
In his early nineties his best years long gone
But his will to live makes him want to live on
Till the reaper of lives does pay him the call
As mortals we live and death is for all
One i do see often though not every day
The years have left him looking stiff, bald and gray.