20 March 2008

Gently Fade Away



Had you worn the uniform
you’d know just why old
soldiers never die;
they only fade away.

A day with death is but another
dawn and rising sun, the stirring
call to first parade. The World
won’t end if death arrives.

Old soldiers are the memories
that have survived. And every
day they spend alive contends
their last parade.

They stand revered – will never
lie on battlefields with those, so
young, who gave their lives. The
glory fades, the glory fades.

Old soldiers never die; in dark of
night death passed them by to save
their memories. Consider them, but
let them, please, gently fade away.
© 29 February 2008, I. D. Carswell

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