A Silver Framed Photograph

 

I see your face almost every day

But I know you have passed away

I ponder at our similarities in life

But you were killed at twenty in strife

On a street in Belgium your life ended

But here I live a life open ended

You sacrificed everything for our nation

All we suffer from is nervous tension

You left these shores aged nineteen

And since then never again to be seen

Your name is chiselled on a cenotaph

A name with no real autograph

Your family still remember you

Because to us you remain ever real and true