Wayne Riley Poet Epitaph

My Billy

My Billy.


My Billy, bravest of the brave,
Fought metal tooth and iron cross.
Through Flanders field of bleedin’ red
And on to mourn their loss.

My Billy, full of life and love,
A boy still to his Mam,
Left far behind these cobbled shores
To fight the beast in man.

This trench, this tomb, this hellish hell.
No mortal eye should see.
My Billy, broken limb from life,
Lies far away from me.

One hundred years, one million tears,
One memory thought anew,
My Billy, bravest of the brave,
Gave freedom back to you.

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Milton Robertson July 2, 2015 at 8:48 AM Awesome poem He did what he had to do for me and for you. GOD know this too.

Debbie Guzzi June 17, 2015 at 5:02 PM So sad very sad & still they go & die generation after generation on foriegn soil. Light & Love

Cynthia Buhain-Baello May 24, 2015 at 7:31 AM Truly exceptional epitaph, heart-touching affection effectively conveyed in perfect words and lines. A gem of poetic art. Wayne Riley May 24, 2015 at 11:34 AM Thank you so very much for your wonderful comment. I really appreciate it. I am so glad you enjoyed it. I look forward to reading your work too.