In uniforms that long ago fit
The grey bearded men watch longingly
As marching ranks with emotions lit
Take the call to arms so anxiously
What is in their minds this solemn day
As their grandchildren march off to war
Do they fear for them or do they pray
That they would be called upon once more
To take up arms and defend their home
Upon some distant and lonely shore
To embrace old friends and sign the tome
To stand proud in battle like before
If cannon’s roar deals a final blow
Pushing eternal rest their way
Would be an end they’d like to know
To be buried where fallen comrades lay
With misty eyes and canes held high
A final salute from old grey men
Who know their fate is to wait to die
And not know the taste of war again
Nice post
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Thank you
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This is lovely!
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Thank you for the kind words and thank you for following me.
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You are most welcome!
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I have seen that look on a lot of old men. You seem to be able to see into the hearts of these proud vets.
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To be one is to know one I suppose. Though no war has touched my soul, the camaraderie shared is the same. I remember the faces and names of people I only knew for, in some cases, for just months.
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firstly I am always pulled to rhyme and this one was a perfect one for me, secondly I have a huge attraction to war stories and real people from those times, thank you for sharing and writing a really poignant piece of poetry, your deep empathy clearly in every words and line for these special men of all time.
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I do appreciate your words.As writers, I think perhaps we understand better than most how the greatest fear we have is to just fade away
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this touched a raw nerve, I have had this on my list what to write next, as I read I tend to write thoughts in my journal, watch out next week, you may get a mention in my cafe chat post. and as writers that fear makes us write and want to have our thoughts out there before we do leave. thank you for your musings that inspires mindfulness.
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Your welcome. There is no better feeling than when someone ‘gets’ what we have to say.
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