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Old Men and All of Them Are

Brothers.....

I stand now beside them.

Though.

I only see, young .....faces.

Of, fresh faced boys.

Not, the wizened ones.

Full, of the ravages of war.

I still hear the laugh, of those long gone.

I, remember, their now...... forgotten.... deeds.

And tears still flow, for those, of long ago.

Of when, we were young.

And I stood .......

Amongst

Warriors.

Giajl © Jim Love