The Old Man cries
The Old Man cries
With his head bowed down
Looking old and grey
He stands there in silence
On this special day.
He’s remembering his friends
From when he was young and fit
For now he is alone
So often is he sick.
Wearing sombre clothes
With a poppy in his lapel
He is thinking of his past
And those years of hell
So many of his friends did die
Those sixty plus years ago
Yet he stands and remembers
But he is old and slow
So many of his friends died young
They never did grow old
Many just buried where they fell
In poppy fields, so cold
He wants US ALL to respect
His brave friends, now dead
Who gave their lives, so we might live
So with bowed head, his tears are shed
NO WONDER HE CRIES
Written by: Doreen E Hampshire
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