When The War ended
I could not go home
Home, well I had none
To go back to anyway
My wife and children had died
Of the influencer

mother, father, sister
killed by a bomb
I were not the same anymore
Any way
As I we're at the beginning
Of all of that
I became a wonderer, I'd done my bit
killed my share
Survived my wounds, I'd had
I'd had more than my share
Some how I'd suvivde The War
I could not see me suvieing in The Pease
So I decided, to walk away, become a wonderer

Goodbye to all of that!
Tramp - Tramp - these lands - to never setall

ken d williams
The Dyslext Wordsmith

Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-08-08 at 13:03

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Sad read, ken. Wars are hard on soldiers.

dee quirke
o my god that is brill,so sad but maybe true to other people in the old wars