We were young
We were young
We were young and all was possible
Every boy a future mate
Every girl a future date
We made decisions in the moment
Without the burden of experience
Against advice of older ones.
Yet we survived with scrapes
With battle wounds to show
We had fought and not stayed home
Home was where the post came
We were never in but ever busy
Joining things and marching.
All was possible for we hadn’t learnt -
Life was kind and trouble missed us
Til it found us and kept us safe indoors
Home became familiar, rarely out
Old friends who died were not replaced
The drawing room our only space
The world had shrunk
And our lives too
Like fallen acorns
On the forest floor.
Christmas comes and it’s time
To open windows to the world
Dust the cobwebs from our soul
Believe again as we did before.
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