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He rambles, solitary along the streets, His body enervated with aching feet,
He’s spent half his life deserted and alone, Heading for destinations unknown.

His clothes are soiled, rancid and torn, The shoes on his feet are totally worn,
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Christmas time is here again,
The season of good will to all men,
Christmas presents under the tree,
I wonder if there’s one for me,
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Golden leaves fall from the trees,
summer breeze now a winters freeze,
as winter takes it’s strangle hold,
people wrap up in defence of the cold,
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Tropical seas set a magical scene,
For the most dazzling creatures ever seen,
Coral reefs are enchanting places,
Where creatures swim with artistic graces,
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5.

It’s been 5 years today, since you’ve been gone,
But the time has flown, it don’t seem that long,
It seems like yesterday that you were still here,
And wherever I go, I know you’re still near.
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Have you ever been to the depths of despair?
It’s a waiting ground to the Devils lair,
You tumble and fall but it’s an endless abyss,
No place on Earth is as lonely as this.
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Dad, I know you loved this time of year,
A time with the Family full of Festive cheer,
You loved it more than most you did,
Because the homes didn’t celebrate when you were a kid.
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My mind is frozen to last November
A day I wont forget, but don’t want to remember
Eyes of ice with a burning stare
I see each move as if I were there
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A brave face I’ll be displaying,
But my heart still feels the pain,
That’s been inflicted with your dirty playing,
And your unforgiving shame.
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He must have thought it was just luck,
To him, it was just another f-k,
He took advantage of another mans Wife,
It will remain with me for the rest of my life.
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To me it was so perfect; to me it was going fine,
I never thought I could lose you, I thought you'd always be mine.
How come I never noticed, how come I couldn't see?
That you were changing your mind, the way you felt about me.
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The Forgotten Hero

He rambles, solitary along the streets, His body enervated with aching feet,
He’s spent half his life deserted and alone, Heading for destinations unknown.

His clothes are soiled, rancid and torn, The shoes on his feet are totally worn,
A carrier bag holds his only effects, An outcast, an exile one of societies rejects.

Just a forgotten hero, who done his country proud,
But now he is forgotten, just a beggar in the crowd.

He’s an old man now, going on seventy four, A veteran and hero of the second world war,
The medals on his chest, he will not trade, They’re just a small reminder of the price so many paid.

A heroes welcome he received, in 1945, Now he struggles day by day just to stay alive,
By day he sits there begging, with memories in his head, Of the wounded and the dying and the ones he left for dead.

Just a forgotten hero, begging amongst the crowd,
Huddled in a doorway, a blanket, his only shroud.

The blinds of darkness are pulled upon day, It’s time to find a place to stay,
Headed for the local park, He makes his way through the shadows of dark.

It’s minus two and he shivers alone, Stretched out on a park bench, his icicle home,
The sequestered memories of his life flash by, As his haggard body let’s out a sigh.

Just a forgotten hero, sleeping out in the cold,
A park bench as a bed, no place for the old.

He’s found in the morning, by a passer-by, She stares, sheds a tear and asks herself why,
He’s no longer a burden or public liability, now that he’s found his peace, and tranquillity.

On his grave there is no inscription, No cross or stone of any description,
A mound of earth marks where he lay, But he’s still not known, even to this day.

Just a forgotten hero, who done his country proud,
Not even missed by the apathetic crowd.

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