Remembrance
I stand at the cenotaph; the azure blue sky being held up by dark bare branches. The crackling falling leaves floating past at first a sprinkles, and then advances, into a torrent of golden maples, falling upon the ground so green. Replaced slowly by the red poppies seen, on the coats that grow by the minute, from a group to a crowd and then to a throng of dogs, babies, adults old and young, Paying respect to our fallen soldiers, veterans and serving armed forces. And through the service I silently weep, not in regret but a gladness so deep That my family survived, into the two wars...
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When I was one, I knew that I could, So, I struggled, and struggled, and miraculously stood, At last, I could walk, which was to all to the good, Then I started to talk. When I was ten by manipulation, I found a way. To control my parents come what may, This unfortunately their nerves did fray, At what I would be when a teen. When I was fifteen, I was told If I worked that I might, Enjoy the rewards academical, a future bright, And for the rest of my life delight, In an interesting career. When I was twenty, I knew that I should, Change my future path for I understood, My childhood had been...
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