Alive And With Medals Poem by Clive Blake

Alive And With Medals



He stared at his war medals;
As bright as when first minted,
His own lustre long since tarnished;
Only tear-filled eyes now glinted!

He belonged to a generation
That sacrificed its fragile youth,
And traded it for our defence;
For freedom and for truth.

Although a very modest man
Who accepted his war-torn lot,
He wanted the world to remember,
All the others left to rot.

A past filled with campaigns like his,
Couldn't easily be put aside,
Though through many a tortured memory,
God only knew how he'd tried.

Don't ever forget this brave soldier,
Who now struggles to pull on his vest,
For if you forget the alive and with medals,
You'll surely, never remember the rest!

Alive And With Medals
Monday, October 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: war veterans,warfare ,war,war and peace,hero,brave,heroes,bravery,heroic
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is included in Clive Blake's Book/eBook 'Clive's Uni-Verse - A Cornishman's take on life' along with 99 of his other best-loved poems., published 27th January 2022 by Olympia Publishers.
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