PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Tears drip upon the Queens face
From eyes that have seen
Far to much for a young man
The glint lost for all to see

Tears drip onto the ribbons
Soak in like blood on soil
Fall onto the grave of his friend
Drip Drip Drip like oil

Tears Drip from this old soldier
All the rest of his Regiment gone
Sad Lonely Cold and hungry
His proud memories will live on

Tears Drip from this old soldier
Upon this hallowed earth
They died for Queen & Country
But they died for each other first

© Tony McNally