I echo that.
Off Topic LEST WE FORGET
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A poem wrote after watching an old soldier
walking past my house, on his way to a
Remembrance Sunday last year...
Dedicated to all those lost
On land, in the air and at sea.
The last soldier
Old soldier out here walking
a slow unsteady pace
years of tragedies and memories
etched deep upon his face.
An old stick his last friend now
and those boots upon his feet
he still can hear that army band
as it strikes up the beat.
Those Medals on his chest
earned standing to the fore
during a time when madness rained
and our world then went to war.
Recanting all those friends
as he kneels down to pray
those he will soon be joining
at the final ends of days.
His wife of fifty years passed
away just this last spring
no children’s footstep sound
but a life she spent with him.
She too awaits him coming
with her hand upon his lap
as he sits on their old spring bed
to his hand she gives a tap.
He feels her in the room
as the mist begins to fall
She takes him by the hand
as they walk a soul to soul.
No sadness there is here
but joy they're now together
And for the rest of eternity
hand in hand they'll be forever...
walking past my house, on his way to a
Remembrance Sunday last year...
Dedicated to all those lost
On land, in the air and at sea.
The last soldier
Old soldier out here walking
a slow unsteady pace
years of tragedies and memories
etched deep upon his face.
An old stick his last friend now
and those boots upon his feet
he still can hear that army band
as it strikes up the beat.
Those Medals on his chest
earned standing to the fore
during a time when madness rained
and our world then went to war.
Recanting all those friends
as he kneels down to pray
those he will soon be joining
at the final ends of days.
His wife of fifty years passed
away just this last spring
no children’s footstep sound
but a life she spent with him.
She too awaits him coming
with her hand upon his lap
as he sits on their old spring bed
to his hand she gives a tap.
He feels her in the room
as the mist begins to fall
She takes him by the hand
as they walk a soul to soul.
No sadness there is here
but joy they're now together
And for the rest of eternity
hand in hand they'll be forever...
Beautiful poem Red
Beautiful poem RT....very sad...brought tears to my eyes...God bless.