It's never hung proudly On the Fourth of July To watch a marching band go by

It sits on the corner of a shelf Standing there proudly All by itself

Folded so neatly for all to see I can never express how much That Flag means to me

You see it's only been unfolded once Then folded back up with care After it honored the casket Of the man whose name  I proudly wear

Good-bye Dad

July 6, 1996

Copyright  © 1996 David Fruge