Fragile Freedoms
Lost in France,
Resting 'neath a simple cross,
Just name,nationality and rank;
Giving of life,was his loss.
At home,
A breaking,aching heart;
A sweetheart's pain;
Her emptiness was another's gain.
In memory fading go
As echoing years slip by,
And still her tears flow;
Vivid yet her anguish sigh.
Forgotten,forfeit and for what?
freedom frailties,fragile,
Such ideas still beguile;
T'was ever thus,a peasant soldier's lot.
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