Hull Cenotaph, Remembrance Sunday, 2018

The Guildhall clock chimes Eleven times this special day, A great silence descends as The two minutes tick away. On parade at the Cenotaph, An old man among old men (Where did the years go for In my mind I’m young again): Not in best battledress Or even Regimental Blues But I’m booted and suited With not quite bulled shoes, And the old drill moves come back So i manage to get them right But age won’t quite let me stand To attention, back ramrod straight. Mixed in with the younger ones we old Men marched with swagger and pride Through the applause of the crowds, Who lined the streets on either side. For each of us in our way Have walked that special walk And we all still today Can talk that special talk. With pride and emotion we accepted From those crowds at the parade On behalf of those long dead Recognition of sacrifices made. I shall not march again, this Time I just needed to appear To show my respect in this One Hundredth Anniversary Year