I wrote this for Dad:
A Veteran Welcome
A veteran has passed away; he has gone to a better place.
I wonder, what did his buddies say, when they saw him walk their way.
“Here comes Fred,” one might shout, as they all gather about.
With formal respect, they'd salute, for his patriotism was absolute.
Another may have said, “Let's have a party for good ol' Fred.”
They'd begin with a fine toast, and then, maybe, a military roast.
They'd speak of wartime heroics, more refined than, could all the poets.
They'd reminisce of past excursions, state only facts, no perversions.
Each would tell his own story, while they gaze upon old glory.
Time to time they may smile, as they march in exquisite style.
His dad and uncle are there too; they introduce him to their crew.
And, his medals, polished bright, reflect a heavenly light.
Yes, a veteran has passed away, his spirit, a wondrous state.
His buddies by his side, stand tall with honor and pride.
So we, here, need not weep, for their bond is very deep.
And, The Almighty holds Fred tight, a kiss of warm invite.
A veteran has passed away; he now dwells in heaven's grace.