Service.
Remember, remember the eleventh of November
Gunpowder, treason, and Mums
Not just once a year, theirs was for life
Think of them often, they all were our sons
It’s easy you see to forget all that matters
This life that we lead, depends on their loss
Queens shilling for them, until their blood scatters
We always forget, we don’t count their cost
The price that they pay, for a hard- working day
The lives that are gone, we all bear the cost
Remember, remember for they don’t have a say
For our love to continue, remember those lost.
PJ.
© 2024
