And old man stands in silence, <br /> With bowed head and watery eye, <br /> His thoughts are far away on foreign ground, <br /> Where his dear comrades lie. <br /> <br /> He thinks of those great warriors, <br /> Those brave hearts just in their teens, <br /> Who gave their life for their country, <br /> For freedom, and all that it means. <br /> <br /> Their thoughts, and their hopes, were all at home, <br /> With their families, and loved ones, what's more, <br /> But Oh' the heartache, of those left at home, <br /> Never to see them come through the door. <br /> <br /> The old man looks round, and wonders, <br /> If the young today really care, <br /> When a youth passing by says "Shift Granddad", <br /> There ain't time to stand and stare". <br /> <br /> Does he not know, that if it wasn't for him, <br /> He'd be a slave of the Nazi regime, <br /> But they look on these old as a nuisance, <br /> And to push them around, is their scheme. <br /> <br /> But others come close, and stand with him, <br /> And tears fall down from their eyes, <br /> They thank God for the dear old soldiers, <br /> Who stood firm, and confounded the wise. <br /> <br /> So today, we enjoy our freedom, <br /> And thank God, for those who gave up their all, <br /> Without thought for their own safety, <br /> But bravely obeyed the call.<br /><br />I. Griffiths<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrance-day/
