The Final Battle
Hand on hat,scarf wrapped tight
Black brolly angled low;
Each step a battle won.
A frail determined figure
On this year's reunion.
Face down in the mud
He was later found,
A note clutched in death's grip
"Better to die upon your feet
Than to live upon your knees"
No-one remembers why
No epitaph they wrote
Yet engraved thereon ..his final note.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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