A black and white photograph
A creased postcard
A troop ships name
Ready to depart.
A story long ago
Of a mans card home
To a family not present
He is alone.
The crowds they cheer
Waving farewell
Soldiers wave back
Heading to hell.
So to not feel alone
He looks to the crowds
Waving to strangers
At the dockside so proud.
A fragment of time
Little known or admired
Of an old soldier sat
Now aged and retired.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a true story told to me many years ago by the soldier involved now sadly no longer with us
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Comments3
It may be an individual but it is also a metaphor for all the veterans returned that go forgotten and unnoticed. A sad and unfortunately true tale. Well written
very kind, thanking you
A poignant write around how easily people are left and forgotten, especially the returning military, well written piece
thanking you
You are very welcome
You didn't miss beat. Nice story. Nice write.
thanking you
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