Old Grey Men

In uniforms that long ago fit The grey bearded men watch longingly As marching ranks with emotions lit Take the call to arms so anxiously What is in their minds this solemn day As their grandchildren march off to war Do they fear for them or do they pray That they would be called upon once more To take up arms and defend their home Upon some distant and lonely shore To embrace old friends and sign the tome To stand proud in battle like before If cannon’s roar deals a final blow Pushing eternal rest their way Would be an end they’d like to know To be buried where fallen comrades lay With misty eyes and canes held high A final salute from old grey men Who know their fate is to wait to die And not know the taste of war again 3/21/2017