nineteen sixty nine was not
a time for the faint hearted
I still grieve the bitter loss
of soldier souls departed
a few who never went to war
have passed along the way
like another poet said
nothing gold can stay
they say there is a brilliant light
shining at the end
waiting there are all the souls
of all our kith and kin
now I don't know if that is so
I wish that I could believe
but what I saw down here below
was purposed to deceive
at any rate I'm tired of war
and hate and bigotry
it seems since nineteen sixty nine
that's been our history
I'm not afraid to leave this earth
I'll take my lucky charm
and tuck it underneath my shroud
to guard me from all harm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but what I saw down here below was purposed to deceive That's for sure. Thanks for sharing.