Poem -

Not Just An Old Fella Passing

Bill Stamp was not just any
old fella ..
All bent down the middle ..
Nor was he just skin and bone
He once was a
father, a brother, a lover and
somebodies son ..
Moreover, on more than just
one odd occasion
he went over and over and
over the top ..
For his king and his country,
for peace,
love and justice and all those
still with us today ..
No, Bill Stamp was far from
being just any old fella ..
Bent down the middle, all shit,
snot and piddle ..
He was, and still is, a war hero
with scars to this day ..
Both mental and physical, plus
a chest full of
medals and ribbons to prove it ..
So when you
lower him down, be sure to lay
him down gently ..
The old fella deserves it and he
more than damned earnt
the ten gun salute at the end of the day ..

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Marion

Beautiful...I see so many at the end of life...Reduced in the physical...it's so easy to forget all you have beautifully expressed x

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Neville

Thank you Marion .. tis so good to see you here .. I really do appreciate you visiting my scribbles .. I shall return the favour asap .......... your mate, Me :) x

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Neville

Bless you Greg ........................ Neville :)

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