Heroes
Clap, yes clap loudly
For only they know the suffering
Memories etched in time-worn faces
Framed in the windows of the RSL bus.
Clap, clap hard
For the years unlived,
For those left behind.
Clap, don’t stop
For the ones still marching,
Medals hanging heavy on their hearts.
Clap for them
Clap for them all,
For only they know
The silent horror of war.
Mary Serenc
Loved today’s poem, esp the line about “medals hanging heavy on their hearts”. Very touching poem. James.