Our Constant Reminder - Poem by David Harris
There is no rejoicing in war,
no winner's only losers.
Only sadness and sorrow prevail
over all those who perish.
Young lives swept up for glory
die before their time for living
as their lives never to mature,
but all are our constant reminder
that war should never flourish.
On each anniversary we remember,
though gone they are never forgotten
by family friends and strangers
because without their sacrifice
we might never be here.
29 June 2014
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