The night so freezing I've so turned cold

But in the darkness stood the soldier strong and bold

With shaky legs I walked up to him

The approach was sad and the chances slim

"Good evening sir " I said in a squeaky voice

"Good evening" he replied as if he had no choice

I stood next to him and to him I did talk

He began to open up and with me he did walk

All the wars he fought the hardships he faced

As he spoke to me my mind began to pace

His family lived far away from him

He had a wife and a son named Jim

His son he'd not met to me he told

All his time and energy to the nation he sold

His glorious young days were days to honour

But there were a few days when he cried in the corner

"I miss my son" with teary eyes he said

I hugged him tight and "dad" I yelled

My father who I hadn't met stood in front of me;

It was a blessing from God that now I see

The night was cold and dark and deep,

But stood the old man humble and meek.

Through my window I saw him freeze that night,

To the cold he put up a pretty great fight.

The rumours about him were scary and dark,

cursed by the society he was always an evil mark.

Disowned by his family he wandered the streets alone,

In pain and agony, you could hear him moan

I couldn’t bear to see this inhumanity

His friends turned their back on him and so did this city

I ran out in the cold with a coat in my hand

I offered it to him and a conversation began

He showed me his gratitude with a gentle and warm smile

I asked him if he wanted to come over for a while

He looked at his wrinkled hands and began to sigh

Looking at him I wondered if what I knew was just a lie

I opened my mouth to talk but oh I did stop

My eyes widened looking at him and my jaws dropped

His face turned the opposite way and to me he said,

“Thank you for this warmth my friend I shall now return to the dead."