My dad started writing poems at the age of eighty-five. This was written in his 90th year. It’s not his best, not technically perfect, far from it, but it says so much about his generation’s outlook on life. A message here? I think so.
We Will Remember Them.
The stage prepared, the scene is set,
Pageantry with all it’s pomp and sway,
Armed forces, resplendent in their uniforms,
And veterans who fought to win the day
Displaying medals, earned for gallantry,
Remembering now, as if ‘twere yesterday.
The pageant’s on, the flags unfurled,
The trumpets sound, and then the silence.
A country mourns her dead.
Two minutes all that is allotted
To remember those who died.
But the time is ever present,
For us who have survived.
We do not need reminding
Of the carnage war can bring,
The evidence is all around us
That war has left its sting.
