Agincourt
A pensioner may say,
On each St Crispin's day:
‘Now let sleeping dogs lie.’
But some old men do not forget;
An ancient jibe leaves them upset.
They nurse a grudge until they die.
Comments
Reminds me of those odd terms "a good war" and a "bad war".
Food for thought at any time, but especially now...
Extremely apposite, Stephen. The past can be a curse which visits us all. An excellent poem,
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Stephen Gospage
Sun 6th Mar 2022 17:58
Thank you, John and MC for your kind comments. I must admit that I am not entirely sure what my poem is about when I read it again. One point which did occur to me is that we may grow old and resent victory as much as we do defeat, especially if the aftermath is not quite what we expected.