Another ANZAC Poem. Thanks Red for the contribution.
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the R.S.A.,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his mates;
They were heroes, every one.
And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbours
His tales became a joke,
All his mates listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we’ll hear his tales no longer,
For ol’ Jack has passed away,
And the world’s a little poorer
For an ANZAC died today.
He won’t be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won’t note his passing,
‘Tho an ANZAC died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
The Media tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of an ANZAC,
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some smoothie who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician’s stipend
And the style in which they live,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that they give.
While the ordinary ANZAC,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small..
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?
Or would you want an ANZAC
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common soldier,
Who would fight until the end?
He was a worthy ANZAC,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
For when our countries are in conflict,
We find the ANZAC’s part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honour
While he’s here to enjoy the praise,
Then at least let’s give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
“OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, An ANZAC DIED TODAY.”