Wearing Medals On Their Chest

Wearing medals on their chest Plumped out like those robins That did also worked hard For their hard-earned weft of rest. It's their past winter valours We‘re counting now, pride-filled. On their own, old knurled sticks There is only a handful, reside. Remembers the war they served. The men beside them who stood Gave life, limb, courage coerced At times worse, came home alone. Friends and families are all gone! At times worse, came home alone An emptied cartridge a wounded faun, Returned home, completely, withdrawn. A father, returned to no child, no lover A son returned to no father or mother.