all the ones i ever knew

wandered by my window today

even some i never knew

marching by in the finest of parades

move all along



november gray and mist this day

poppies in the name of .... the Earl

.... the proud and .... the blind

bow in silence now the flags unfurl

lest we forget



west window sun would flock beneath

the grandfather and the boy

through all the changing scenes of life

sung in pain and sung in joy

may we forget now



the boy has sinned, he must repent

he will learn, he will believe

grandfather shakes so many hands

with his heart upon his sleeve

wears it away



shut the curtain, lay me down

beside parades that feed a war

loveless men and unloved children

a daughter leaves and slams the door

lost forever.