Another time,
In days gone by,
When I was young
And had to die,
For love of country.
Ask me why?
Gone from the roads
I used to tread,
Breathe no more
For now the dead,
No longer see,
No longer bed.
Remember those
Who came before,
They offered love
And even more,
But death still came,
Unto their door.
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Beautiful poetry MFish - thank you for sharing it with us...