Fare-Well
And when it’s time to see you again
We’ll come together as one and friend;
Don’t cry, Mum, don’t weep, Dad,
‘Cause heaven isn’t really too bad.
The men to my left are crumpled in pain
And boys on the right have torment to feign.
I stand tall, besieged by friends
- Silent cogs and British dogs and holy Godsends.
The bullets barrel just past my pate;
It won’t be long before they state
That I, gallantly brave in my ‘fare-well’,
Was smiling (inside) the day when I fell.
© Joseph Tradescent
Poems
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