Still Waiting For The Call Poem by Paul Reed

The air raid sirens wailed
And the bombs began to drop,
Destroyers and battleships sailed
While life ground to a stop;

But for us, not the smoke
The shattered glass and dreams,
We are not wrapped in fear's cloak
The crying and the screams;

Where courage rose in veins
When the bugle call was sounded,
The thin air carried it's strains
Across the dead bodies mounded;

But we say hello every day
For love we do not lack,
Not for us to enter the fray
Or loved ones that didn't come back;

Our mettle is untested
No despair in which to fall,
Our spirits asleep and rested
Still waiting for the call.