Padraic Colum

(8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972 / County Longford)

Old Soldier - Poem by Padraic Colum

WE wander now who marched before,
Hawking our bran from door to door,
While other men from the mill take their flour:
So it is to be an Old Soldier.

Old, bare and sore, we look on the hound
Turning upon the stiff frozen ground,
Nosing the mould, with the night around:
So it is to be an Old Soldier.

And we who once rang out like a bell,
Have nothing now to show or to sell;
Old bones to carry, old stories to tell:
So it is to be an Old Soldier.


Comments about Old Soldier by Padraic Colum

  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/21/2014 1:02:00 PM)


    Hello poet Padraic, this was a very well written poem and so real and true. Nice work.
    I posted a poem titled, An Old Soldier as well. I would love for you to check it out. Thanks, Loyd
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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