Seventeen—suddenly silences <br />youthful innocence; <br />intellect decayed, <br />common sense delayed <br />vile emotion obeyed <br /> <br />Seventy—sorrowfully sounds <br />trumpet of true trust <br />revealed by elder’s…just <br />long before soul’s rust <br />yeoman to fine dust <br /> <br />Silence—settles serenely <br />on spirit of those—brave <br />who’d sacrifice to save, <br />strength that one’s faith gave <br />solace…cradle to grave<br /><br />Kenneth Snow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sos-4/
