His eyes are glazed
Locked on something far away
If you stare into them they are deep
In a terrifying way
He is a man of honor
A man of valor
He is a hero
Yet he sits on a curb
Sign in hand
Passed by without even a glace
I stop because I know that look
I take a seat and ask for his advice
He made it back long ago
I ship in a week or so
Young paying respects to old
Receiving the torch
I didn’t have much to give so I gave it all
Because when he was young that’s what he gave to us all