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Broken Wings of War

The youth fight for the old They have not seen fear Eighteen still young Going off to war Returning a man Their thoughts and dreams disappear Memories of death Is all they have left For the rest of their lives These memories never subside Medals won Placed in a box gathering dust Old they become Hero’s lost among the young All they have left Are the broken wings of war

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/19/2019 8:32:00 PM

Bobby, this is so well penned. Tugs at my heartstrings. Super-write! :) gw

Constance La France

Date: 9/19/2019 6:27:00 PM

Bobby, this is so emotional and sad to image all the broken who have returned from war, excellent poem ,

Hilo Poet

Date: 9/19/2019 4:42:00 PM

A sad reality for some, if not most--your last verse brings truth--'twas my brother who fought, but 'tis me who holds his box, he was only nineteen, an honorable FAVE for me ~ Aloha always, William.

Bobby May
Date: 9/19/2019 5:03:00 PM

It is very sad for me also my friend a war I will never forget!