Comments about I. Griffiths
And old man stands in silence,
With bowed head and watery eye,
His thoughts are far away on foreign ground,
Where his dear comrades lie.
He thinks of those great warriors,
Those brave hearts just in their teens,
Who gave their life for their country,
For freedom, and all that it means.
Their thoughts, and their hopes, were all at home,
With their families, and loved ones, what's more,
But Oh' the heartache, of those left at home,
Never to see them come through the door.
The old man looks round, and wonders,
If the young today ...