When I was laid
In field of clay
No flowers above
My head did lay.
Nor marble headstone
Paced with care
With words of recognition
Chiselled there.
Sweet Words of sorrow
Were spoken with pain
Tears of regret
Did not silken handkerchief
Stain.
No volley of riffles
To the sky
No last post
Lullaby.
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Author:
Mozzthe1 (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2021 13:26
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem, quite a few years ago and it is etched into a wooden table top, and covered with glass, it is placed in the last Post war memorial bar.
- Category: Sad
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