One of the few

[postie]

The old soldier lies on his death bed, with his life nearly done
Remembering friends and colleagues, now all dead and gone
They tell him that he is a Hero, the last of the “few”
They told him that in1918 and again at the end of WWII
He was told that when he got home he would live like a king
That was all lies, like thousands of others he never got a thing
Sure, there are monuments to the fallen of two world war
They did their bit for their country, have you done yours.
There will always be people who take all they can steal
Crushing the weak underfoot, not caring how they feel.
But for this old soldier who fought and passed the test
The battle is nearly over and its time to take his final rest
He’ll go to his maker with a clean conscience and full of pride
To meet once again his long lost comrades who died at his side.

R.I.P. Old soldier.

 

[GEFF]

Hi Postie,
very nice poetry wish I could do as well. at present I am reading a book.called " the Last Post" its about last the few men from the great war who were still alive when it was written a few months ago, it is worth reading.
Geff

 

[SuBee]

Just excellent

 

[Di.Poppitt]

Thank you Postie

 

[Kate]

Fantastic Postie! My dad and his dad were part of the two world wars and most likely their ancestors fought all the battles that took place in Britain for centuries.

 

[Robert Harrison]

Written with so much feeling and understanding.
Life can be so hurful at times, but like all others
who believe that this world is worth something, we soldier on.

Robert