Derby and Joan.

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Poetry by Bern.

Derby and Joan.

 

This is really an old, old story,

nothing at all to do with glory.

An old man and his sweet wife

Nearing the end of their long life.

 Sadly, nothing much more to be said,

All thoughts have flown from their head.

They sit on the hard bench holding hands,

Listening to the music of military brass bands.

There is nothing more for them to do,

Not a thing in this world is for them new.

Tears roll slowly down their old cheeks,

He in his pockets for a handkerchief seeks.

Slowly they rise and hand in hand,

They walk off listening to the music of the band.

Will I see them again? I fear not you know,

 For soon memories of mine, will like all others go.

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