Faye Sizemore


He died
as he had lived
… dirty hungry
and alone
To some
it did not matter…
just a street person

Once a soldier
… was he
and earned medals
for bravery
He fought
in a jungle land
… a member
of an elite band

Now he lies in a grave
with no name
and to his funeral
not one person came
He used to dream
every night of them all…
fallen brothers…
names on The Wall

he has gone on
and he
is no longer alone
The Brothers
of the Wall
have welcomed
him home.