From conversing with galateus


BOYS INTO MEN

At the start the men , more boys in age

Marched side by side , flashing cheeky

Grinning too the girls they passed along
The way

Picking summer flowers popping then in
There caps bands

Those who marched , stumbling back out of step
Carrying their wounded mate's

All had wounded mind's a few it was easy
Too see who

Others well you know

The now looked aimless , their faces blank , ashen
As they now
Picked red poppy's and slipped them into
The their cap band's

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet







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Written on 2011-03-24 at 19:22

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Poignant and authentic. Our generation has a distinct lack of a rite of passage and we have come to seek our baptism of fire in various things, war being one of them. Many leave as boys and return as broken men... some do not return at all. Sad and in a sense inhumane.
2011-03-26