A poem wrote after watching an old soldier walking past my house, on his way to a Remembrance Sunday last year... Dedicated to all those lost On land, in the air and at sea. The last soldier Old soldier out here walking a slow unsteady pace years of tragedies and memories etched deep upon his face. An old stick his last friend now and those boots upon his feet he still can hear that army band as it strikes up the beat. Those Medals on his chest earned standing to the fore during a time when madness rained and our world then went to war. Recanting all those friends as he kneels down to pray those he will soon be joining at the final ends of days. His wife of fifty years passed away just this last spring no children’s footstep sound but a life she spent with him. She too awaits him coming with her hand upon his lap as he sits on their old spring bed to his hand she gives a tap. He feels her in the room as the mist begins to fall She takes him by the hand as they walk a soul to soul. No sadness there is here but joy they're now together And for the rest of eternity hand in hand they'll be forever...