just a Drabble.

We live in the home of the free,

Although it wasn't always to be,

It was he- the man who paid the fee!

He had once danced in glee,

But now he sees,

Just what had been, and what can be.

That man, he helped me.

On his knees, he didn't plea.

He might have not agreed,

He didn't even have a degree!

He didn't foresee

That young draftee.

The man, the boy, is now an amputee.

An escapee, a honouree, he didn't flee.

He's now a retiree, and that is the key.

He lived a life, one that we can all agree wasn't free.