The Silent Man

Once there was a time, when this man held our pride,
He defended the voice of this land,
But now is the time when they cast him aside,
And nobody offers a hand.

Sitting in silence, the ‘regiment man’,
Can only remember the days,
When people saluted this brave ‘Abraham’,
And covered his record with praise.

But now he just begs for enough to get by,
In the rain, and the cold, every day,
A hero of Britain, that our ‘peers’ did destroy,
Is now sitting, and begging, this way!

Mick