In the town he was born in and raised in he will live his last day
The ageing old fellow his hair silver gray
As a young man he fought in a war far away
Youth does have it's fling as the wise one does say
He is not a father or never has had a wife
Alcohol it has been the ruination of his life
An addiction that can have it's source in a war damaged mind
A false sense of happiness in alcohol he does find
Today he is haunted by bad things he did see
The deaths of some of his comrades live in his memory
His face in the local pub a familiar sight to see
Where he drinks until closing time almost every night
A likeable old fellow the war damaged man
His life's journey will end for him where it began.
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