A veteran seeks alms with pain,
At a restaurant door in the rain.
"Welcome," the sign does claim,
But today, there's no parade in the frame.
With a sorrowful hand he does sit,
By the bright door, bit by bit.
And the city dwellers pass by,
Avoiding his old man's eye.
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