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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On a cold misty morning an old man had some things to do but they could wait, Taking his walking stick and dressing for a damp cold morning he began his day, He stopped at his old florist every day and bought a flower he always sniffed it, He was a a kind and loving man he walks on sticks his hair as grey as the day. The shop next door a sweetshop and as always he ordered a packet of barley sugar, Popping one in his mouth it was an orange spaceship and it took him back in time, A time when all was good no worries or responsibilities a time never to be returned, This gentleman had to hurry a little as he was running late the bus waited for him. As he made this journey everyday we thought it might be interesting so we waited, He got off the bus at its terminal stop the driver and conductor always shook hands, As the old man wandered down the road there was the sharp tap from his old stick, Then the tapping noise disappeared as he walked across some of the well cut grass. The gentleman made his way to the town cemetery carefully walking round the graves, He knelt down with the aid of his stick then planted his single rose on the grave, There were hundred's of perished flowers all over his plot he stood up to go home. We could hear the tapping of his stick again as he now walked on the concrete path. The man in charge was sweeping leaves so we walked over to him and asked the story, He was fighting in the war and spent thee years in these rat infested fighting fields, He was in the Bangalor Torpedoes behind enemy lines right up to the end of fighting, When he finally mad it back to England he was told his family died in the Blitz Since all those years ago he has put a rose down on the plots and never missed a day, His loved and dear family to him are always listening to his news and odds and ends, There is something else that not many people are aware it's written on his own grave, This sad very brave man held the Victoria Cross,when I pass the cemetery I lift my hat.
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