I'll never forget the vision of young men
turning old before my eyes.
Shell-shocked babbling to themselves.
The exuberance of bravado, or the guilt
of cowardice brought about by fear.
Victims of a graveyard for the dying and
the dead. Indeed: 'Lest I forget'
You capture so much pain in so few words - like a brilliant photograph! You use your rage to inspire your pen. A masterful piece. Powerfully moving. love, Allie xxxx
Horrible fear...one of the greatest levelers of Time. Said well, Jerry, said true. But say it again and again. To be read by those who do not know real fear's consequences.xxElysabeth
Jerry, it helps to know others have the same visions; PTS might be a new term but the symptoms are still the same. Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Turning old before' OUR eyes! Lest We All Forget! Well done and well said.