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by Dave Fitzgerald

Wondering where our lives are going Shaped by life and what we’re thrown in Only knowing where we’ve been Altered by the things we’ve seen We were born to love and hate and Need to give ourselves a shake We should be starting to forgive Tomorrow’s our chance to start to live Our faces changed by former wives And memories of the lost lives Of our old friends who never swayed In our forgotten glory days. We’ve buried too many far too young Seen mothers crying for their sons If we’re to lose another loved one Please God let me be the one. They reckon only the good die young So I guess we’re just the rotton ones Cos all the Angels who’ve crossed my sky Have died too young and said goodbye But I’ve drunk with them when my mood slides And the brandy’s hardly touched the sides As I contemplated my own end My Guardian Angels are my friends.


Posted on 07/01/2009
Copyright © 2022 Dave Fitzgerald

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/01/09 at 04:12 PM

This one brought a tear to my eye. This is such a lovely tribute to lost brothers and their mothers. Quite poignant and sad, the poem has honor. Bless you for your service and for remembering so stunningly.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 07/01/09 at 05:59 PM

Well done, Dave. Have put this to music? It reminds me of the other song, which was excellent. Thanks for sharing this. :)

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