Young Tom Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Young Tom
Only fifteen, lied about age
Telling recruiting sergeant he was eighteen
Joined infantry and went to war
Fell in Flanders crossing no-man's land
Machine-gunned making a bayonet charge.
Died in shell hole crying for his mother
Knowing his death would destroy her
Grieving her heart without repose
Cursing the day he became a soldier
Lied about his age to join the colours.
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5/3/2024 5:41:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Cursing war.. The dark side of human being .... Poignant and well penned.. Well done 10 and onto my fav list