Legends, stories, they hold no virtue;
But stallions, riders and dreams of you -
Flood me like oceans, to mix those hues,
Would make heroes, add virtuous dues.
Their battered conscience leads the way,
To knees they drop for shame;
But beams vanish from children's play,
All for homage and fame.
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Remember them - a poem for remembrance day
PuisiHow would a wife, a son, a daughter, a lover or even a friend feel when their one special person has passed to the life to come? Pretending that I do because I wrote this poem is really easy. but no. I don't, and the poem is open to interpretation.
