Placing the hat on his head,
Walked to a shaded place,
Feeling embarrassed, the wrinkles on his uniform,
Stands with his fellow cronies,
As the coffin was brought,
The beats of the drum, the marching of the men,
His eyes glanced at the crowd in silence,
A lady in black, a veil on her face,
It’s hard to see the pain behind the mask,
But the tears were visible,
As it trickled down her chin,
His wrinkled coat didn’t matter now,
As the rifles were fired,
The words of the priest echoed aloud,
As the flag was lifted,
A three corner shape was formed,
His name was called out,
Placed the flag on his hand,
Saluting with shiver,
Handed to the lady in black,
He stood still as they left the shaded place,
Next to the coffin,
Next to his friend and partner,
Gone home for good,
Lifting his hand, he saluted,
For the man who served his country,
Till death to his part,
His soul was carried,
On the wings of an angel
To the stars that were born,
On the flag of the nation.
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