Old Warriors
old men
wearing their caps
upon their head
emblazoned with words
of war, this is
what they said
old wars they now
fondly remember,
how time can play its tricks
when it was really happening
I doubt they had their kicks
so wobble on down the street
you brave old soldier bold
you've served well your good country
those memories to you are doled
we tend to remember the good things,
or so I think I've read
so soldiers, carry on,so proudly
until the day you're dead
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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