Remembrance Day

Reminiscing – but disregarding the horror of World War One,

Three cobbers sat, their time of life – the setting of the sun.

They spoke about the good old days – they joked about the war,

Entitled too – for they were there, though they said not what they saw.

In silence they reflected for a minute maybe longer…

Then one friend with a solemn stare said “If I had my time once more –

You Know I think I’d go again; I’d go again to war…”

And they laughed for if it was true – hindsight’s twenty-twenty.

And in the distance a bugle sounded – and the three friends sipped their tea.

Lest We Forget.