Lost in Action 1917
I might see you in London in three days,
Then shaking hands in gesture of farewell
They move apart, going separate ways.
With anxious feelings she can scarce dispel,
She turns just once to wave to him again
Then hurries on, hoping all will be well.
When he is gone the truth becomes quite plain,
Her life must carry on in duty's ways
To help the others who will wait in vain.
Then as the nation clings to hope and prays
And life leads each one in different ways,
She can always hear his voice as he says
I might see you in London in three days.
Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2013