A poem about our veterans

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There is a broken man,
Alongside the road,
His head down,
His palms up.

There is a broken man,
Alongside the road ,
His eyes downcast,
His feet moving,
Unbenounced to the man.

There is a broken man,
Alongside the road,
A bullet in his shoulder,
And shrapnel in his leg,
And yet he seeks no help.

There is a broken man,
Alongside the road,
Staring at his medal of honor,
But still struggles to survive.

There is a broken man,
Alongside the road,
A veteran of war,
He served this great country.

There is a broken man,
Alongside the road,
Then a boy sits next to him,
And offers him help.

There is a fixed man,
Helping a boy with his homework,
And sharing his war stories.

The man was broken,
But now he is fixed,
All it takes is one moment,
To help a veteran.

Submitted by:
Alton Jennie

About the author:
From South St. Paul, Minn.

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