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We often take for granted
That old man on that chair
The one with funny clothes on
And grey receding hair
But if we close our eyes
Imagine who he used to be
The old man with funny clothes on
Lead a country to victory
You never stopped to question
You only stand and judge
The old man on the park bench
Feeding ducks and eating fudge
It’s once a year you see him
With his medals on display
Standing at the cenotaph
Looking grieved and in dismay
He stands still in reflection
In silent mourning and in grief
For as the clock strikes 11
He lays down the poppy wreath.
In laying down that poppy wreath
In memory of what was
He lost his friends and colleagues
He laid down his life for us.
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.