Come each and every new November

It is our duty to remember

Those whose lives were doomed to lack

The time to put their own clocks back

To mark the days they would never see

As they took their turn in eternity,

Their own time cruelly rendered short

By the wars in which they fought.

No chance for them to look ahead

And savour that extra hour in bed;

Instead, they lie where fate decreed

No clocks to mark the hour agreed

By fate that marked them out for death

Before their time...and that final breath.

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