The local Veterans of Foreign Wars
Post 8275 is no more
I can't say as to why it came to pass
Whether the old soldiers finally got too old
Or the young ones stopped joining the VFW
I could speculate further but wouldn't presume to be so bold
All I know is that the for sale sign is still out front
With no more barbecues, celebrations, or remembrances within
For past soldiers of long past of current wars
No matter if it was chalked up as a loss, a stalemate, or a win
There is an empty concrete pad out front now
I reckon it's twelve inches thick
With dirty rusty tread marks marking
Where the surplus Army tank used to sit
An empty white flagpole
Standing tall out front
Site of many a Reveille raising and Taps lowering
Careful handling and folding of the Stars and Stripes
The closing of the building isn't the end of the world
It is only a building after all
But it does mean something
It's one less place for comrades in arms to gather together
To raise a glass and remember their brothers and sisters who fall
Post 8275 is no more
I can't say as to why it came to pass
Whether the old soldiers finally got too old
Or the young ones stopped joining the VFW
I could speculate further but wouldn't presume to be so bold
All I know is that the for sale sign is still out front
With no more barbecues, celebrations, or remembrances within
For past soldiers of long past of current wars
No matter if it was chalked up as a loss, a stalemate, or a win
There is an empty concrete pad out front now
I reckon it's twelve inches thick
With dirty rusty tread marks marking
Where the surplus Army tank used to sit
An empty white flagpole
Standing tall out front
Site of many a Reveille raising and Taps lowering
Careful handling and folding of the Stars and Stripes
The closing of the building isn't the end of the world
It is only a building after all
But it does mean something
It's one less place for comrades in arms to gather together
To raise a glass and remember their brothers and sisters who fall
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