A Repost,
Inspired by My Brother,
Georg Mateos,
And His Latest Poem,
Another Kind of Christmas
And By Karen Lynn’s Short Story,
Jingle Bells, The Christmas Cat
Very Sadly in This Vast Nation,
The Only Friend A Homeless Veteran,
Or a Disadvantaged Sick Child Has,
Is Often Their Extremely Loyal Cat or Dog
The death of a homeless man
Never makes the national news
But Louie was one I’ll remember
He lived mostly with the Blues
I first met Ragman Louie
Many many years ago
His story is mostly tragic
As are all of earth’s lost souls
He eagerly enlisted in the Army
To gallantly serve in Vietnam
He left his high school sweetheart
Barely a year after their senior prom
He wrote to his Sally everyday
Of her he was so very fond
But she was young and fickle
And soon sent him a ‘Dear John’
Shortly after Louie’s heart was broken
He severely injured both a leg and an arm
It was in a jungle half way around the world
That a terrible explosion had done him harm
They soon sent Louie home
Where for years he didn’t work
He was quickly branded as a bum
And as a worthless demented jerk
No one knew his last name
Louie had no living family
His beard was long and scraggly
And his pain was obvious to see
He often showed up at my office
Just to rest and to shoot the breeze
I’d always give him a cup of coffee
He always said ‘Thanks’ and ‘Please’
Louie would never take a handout
He had still retained some pride
But in the callous Concrete Jungle
There was nowhere he could hide
Louie lived on the city streets
And he had no real friends
Only an old junkyard dog
Who was loyal to the end
They found old Ragman Lou
Lying face down on the tracks
He had passed out down there
After swilling too much Black
They said that his mangy old mutt Rags
Had tried to pull Lou from harm’s way
But the old freight train got them both
One dark and bitterly cold winter’s day
Ragman Lou like most of his kind
Was laid to rest in a pauper’s grave
And it should pain all of our hearts
Since he was one of America’s Brave
There are thousands of lost veterans
Scattered all across this vast nation
And their abandonment and neglect
Should bring none of us any elation
In This Season of Giving,
Please Remember & Give,
To Our Homeless Veterans,
To Our Sick and Needy Children,
And To Their Homeless Furry Friends
©2007, Mr. Ed
Walt
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Newfie Hugs, Rose
How many times are we sitting in our cool/warm cars, depending on the season, stopped at a traffic light - and that DISHEVELED, DIRTY, LAZY PERSON is standing in the median BEGGING?
How many times have we TURNED OUR HEADS TO IGNORE? How many times have we felt EMBARASSED as the light changes and we STOMP THE GAS TO GET AWAY?
MY GOD - HE JUST MIGHT BE ONE OF OUR BELOVED VETERANS! I AM NOW ASHAMED TO EVEN THINK THIS!
Sure, it could be a charlatan, who later gets picked up by a fancy CADILLAC - SO WHAT?
WOULD A HANDFUL OF CHANGE, OR A MEASLY BUCK BREAK US?
ARE WE TOO AFRAID THAT HE MIGHT PHYSICALLY TOUCH US, OR DO HARM?
Someone below mentioned we must ACT - DO SOMETHING - NOT JUST PAY 'LIP SERVICE' LIKE THE RAT BASTARDS IN WASHINGTON!
'THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I !" - I, TOM HYLAND, WILL NOW COMMIT TO DONATE SOMETHING FROM NOW ON - EVERY TIME!
I hope others may find it in their hearts to do likewise. Let your conscience be your guide!
TO KATE - A "DEAR JOHN" letter is any letter that any service person receives, anywhere, anytime, whereby the LOVE OF THEIR DUMPS HIM/HER!
Although not a vet, in Basic Training at Fort Knox, KY. in the fall of 1960, I GOT ONE!
You are a captive - you cannot just leave and rush back home - your heart is broken - your mind befuddled - in a quandary - if I go AWOL, I'll be COURT-MARTIALLED and put in the STOCKADE, maybe DISHONORABLY DISCHARGED?
The PLAN was to give her a DIAMOND RING when I got home for CHRISTMAS - HOW CRUEL CAN A PERSON BE?
THINK BEFORE YOU ACT! Love to all humankind! Tom.
Thanks for sharing Eddie!!
Love Tinky
Scattered all across this vast nation
And their abandonment and neglect
Should bring none of us any elation
this stanza says it all
So sad, so painful. thanks dear Ed, my friend
The Dear John letters killed more soldiers spirit than any enemy propaganda ever could, and a few were returned home as emotional wrecks, because those waiting home was the cause to keep themselves alive in a world going to pieces.
That a cat or a dog will be the ultimate family for a Veteran, tells about the moral decline of a Nation that don't deserve its soldiers.
Georg
Love,
Susan
I've know a few Louies too
seen them come and go
some disappear in the same direction
No one knows where they came from.
Peace be with you
William
He gave and was rewarded by the grave. Grave indeed.
Fee
And home of the brave
Shoud be ashamed
To take what they gave.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Love,
Tiger Lily
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Christine
Dee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.