The Last Full Measure
Abraham Lincoln called it The Last Full Measure
When your life is given with no thought for yourself whatsoever
Whether it be in war or an emergency so grave
That others run away and it’s left to the brave
Their friends and colleagues remember them
And what they did for others in their end
So as flags at half mast flutter in the breeze
They sleep in silence and we take a knee.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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