Richard Primmer

LEAF ON HIS ARM

When I was young
My dad said that man means you no harm
The way you can tell
Is by the leaf on his arm.

His face was of kindness
His smile was warm
And we came to respect
The man with a leaf on his arm

And while many cursed him
For being here with arms
And nobody liked him
Even with his charm

All still respected him
And knew he was there to help; not harm
And he did without prejudice and proudly
With his leaf on his arm.

©Copyright April 2007 by Richard Primmer