War - Old Soldiers Poem by Paul Warren

They say old soldiers never die they just fade away
Or is that just the story others would like to convey?
They stand as tall as their aged backs will allow
Keeping their word to their mates as their vow
Their medals glint and jingle as honour's display
Returned their thoughts of those lost in war's affray
Glory is not here or the bugle's last triumphant call
Marching on together is their remembrance wall

We wonder what memories are present in their mind
Thinking of their mates their only thoughts are kind
Proudly they march on as written in our history's pages
Has the war ended for them now or for them it still rages?
What do they think when there is a loud noisy report?
Are they reminded of the guns angry roar in their retort?
Or is it the memory of their last words to a fallen friend?
It's for lost mates and this is their message to all they send.

© Paul Warren Poetry