Poetry

Pride

By 7th November 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

I phoned an old soldier friend of mine
Just to pass the time of day
He said I can’t talk for long mate-
I’m readying my beret
He said I’m gonna march next week,
Hold my head up high
He said you’re welcome to join us-
I declined and told him why
I was never a soldier,
And so I have no place
He told me don’t be silly
Come and show your face
I said it didn’t feel right,
So I’ll tell you what I’ll do
I’ll be there watching, cheering loudest
As you march by two by two

Paul Vitler

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