Comrades

The old man sits remembering
Old comrades long dead

Dreams of the good old days
When he was young and strong

Revolution sang in his blood
Now it is all disappeared

The world has changed
Remembering is all he has

The rest is dead and gone

©  Ceol

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One Response to “Comrades”

  • Coastpoet Says:
    November 7th, 2009 at 9:15 am

    ‘Comrades’ brings back memories of my own young life and memories of my revolutionary father…a man I came to know long after he too was gone…thank you Ceol.

    Coastpoet

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