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Nov 2018
That man you see
When it’s dark
Upon a bench
In the park
Without a roof
Or room to stay
In all weather
Snow, wind, rain
Served his country
Proud and true
Came back broken
Can’t fight through
Society looks down on him
Don’t see the man
Or what he did
They see a drunk, addict, ***
A down and out
Use to no one
His family a distant dream
His end will come
Cold alone and lonely.
Richard Smith
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Richard Smith  47/M
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