At Fifty Now The Time Is Come I Think Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

At fifty now the time is come I think
To make the sums, to draw the line
Already the guns smoke and stink
With smells of acid powder:
The battle-field is dwindling. With it
The battle is dwindling too.
The last smokes are crawling from the guns.
Remote and rolling more remote
The roaring of the guns.
The time is come, my friend, the time is come
To make the sums, to draw the line
And add and count and sum.