A Veteran's Old Glory

She's no less bright and beautiful
And no less inspiring
Than the first time I unfurled
Her up the pole out front.

She flies ever straight and true
With her fly end a bit frayed
And her blue a little faded
And some threads are broken and worn.

We retire her for a final time
And reverently fold her once more
As we prep her for that last trip
To the local American Legion Hall.

The music and laughing inside
Falls into a solemn silence
As one veteran steps up
And gently takes her charge.

He holds her close and safe
And assures us all is well
And she'll be properly cared for
As only those who love her can.

Consigned to blessed flames
That will not burn as hot or bright
As the hearts of those who love
And served and serve her still.