Song Of A Veteran

The Crowd was great.
The noise did flow.
As I sat in my wheelchair,
with legs that did not go.
Where will the crowd be,
as I stay at home, with memories of knees.
My smiles never left the crowd.
My hesrt was sealed by their love,
and my tears were dried.

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