So rest young warrior In yon ditch or field And know that we are grateful For the might that you did wield. Rest easy in your graves For it's not you who sinned And we will always honour you Though you are but dust in the wind. The suited table talkers who fail Send our young to die But don't include their own children When they give war a try. It's the unemployed and poor who sign up for wars and adversity While the rich kids catch a jet To a foreign job or university. So many generous immature souls Come forward when the Bell is rung When the politician's remedies fail They pass the bile filled cup - To the young.
Tag: grateful
Lollipop Sticks
This frail girl in my lounge was dying
But so grateful now was she
She had made a gift from lollipop sticks
To express her thanks to me.
She had little else to give away
But with some sticks and glue
She made a gift quite special
Because her dream came true.
Her last wish was a family break
In the sun of Spain
And this important moment
Would never come again.
Good people of science had tried
To stem her marauding cells
Even took a limb completely
But still her body swells.
A club of generous men paid
For her and hers to fly
To be together on a distant beach
Before she said goodbye.
How very cruel and senseless
For mean gods to steal
A twelve year old young girl's life
A sentence with no appeal.
At least she had had her wish
Which she craved so much
To lay on a beach with her family
and do without the crutch.
She left behind a little house
made from sticks of wood
A reminder of a chance she gave
to me to do some good.
Rosalind Ward RIP
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