Poetry

We Salute You

By 29th October 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

Tis pen to paper time
And glass to lips.
Clouded memories
And heart felt sighs.

When time stops still again,
The barriers of age
Crumble,
Tis the summer of 82

Everyman an Emperor!
And before God
On bended knee,
Still our ranks swell.

James Love

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