The picture stared down at the old man
Good times, friends for life
The decomposing body was in its second year now
The dust and webs had cloaked him like a blanket
Giving him comfort that life denied him
Time ago, they would have classed him as a hero, time ago
The black van took him away
Eventually releasing the body for burning
The prayers were brief
His final epitaph came when the council cleared the house
The picture was the last to go in the skip
Glancing at it, the worker remarked to his colleague
Old soldier.
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'The dust and webs had cloaked him like a blanket
Giving him comfort that life denied him
Time ago, they would have classed him as a hero, time ago'..
these words
genuinely brought an unshed tear to my eye,
how you depict the kindness of nature
and how distressing it is, to realise
so few
of those ww heroes are left
and that we've, allowed them
to pass
without, earning
their insight and wisdom
insuring
those future generations, to come
will have to got through
that same hell on earth
to once again, gain access
to what our brave heroes
had ready
to reward us, had we consideration
enough
to ask, to listen and heed...
may they all, R. I . P.
and may karma, repay you tenfold
for penning this Brilliant
dedication!
and giving voice
to those who earned us our freedom's
volition
with their crimson stained
bravery of defiance
in the name of goodness!
Yes, not many old heroes left.
Sad to think, we're onto new heroes.
This is such a touching and heartfelt poem. The Old Soldier whose life was one of duty and dignity. You've treated this so beautifully!
Thanks, Bella. Sad the way they treat our old boys.
People are starting not to care about anyone nowadays - such a shame.
Andy
I heard of people lying dead for years now, shocking.
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