Tunes of Glory, or a Casualty
Victims
Of a long forgotten war.
My tags..
My bracelets...
My medals....
Now lay dormant.
In a cabinet ....
No longer will they see....
The,
Light .... of another day.
Or commemorate, the memory.
In months, to come....of those days.
Forgotten, triviālis .....
Mere, dust catchers
Of a childish want.
Giajl © Jim Love