The Deadman's Penny
His duty done he lies in the villages of the dead
He died at Villiers Bretonneux whilst facing the enemy ahead
At home they thought of him when he would be returned
But when the telegram came all those hopes were burned
As an Australian soldier of the Empire he made the grade
And so his deadman's penny is in the kitchen a display made
His mother's heart aches each time she sits at rest
And all the time she sits and cries and holds the penny to her chest.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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