Poem: Forever Young

Here is the second poem that is being included in the anthology. I hope you enjoy it.

The church bells are ringing
The people flooding from their carriages
Through the sunny country to their pews
We’ll return home for Sunday dinner
Congratulating ourselves on surviving
Another of Rev Brown’s sermons
Pa will crack jokes that aren’t funny
Grandma will mutter in a corner
The little ones will go dancing
And we’re happy because we’re together.
Later we’ll chase the girls
Who wouldn’t kiss us for a hundred pounds
There’s tobacco in our lungs and lust in our eyes
As we go for walks in the moonlight
Kicking our feet through grass
Collapsing on our backs among the daisies
Feeling like this moment is infinite
And we’ll stay young forever.

The war bells are ringing
The soldiers flooding from the ferries
Across the mangled wasteland to their trenches
We’ll arrive in time for mouldy biscuits
Congratulating ourselves on surviving
Another day in Belgium
Jack will crack jokes that no one finds funny
Donald will gibber in a corner
Our minds will go dancing
Though we try to hold them together.
Later we’ll chase the girls
Who’ll sleep with us for ten shillings
There’s gas in our lungs and terror in our eyes
As we go for walks in the moonlight
Dragging our feet through sludge
Collapsing on our backs among the poppies
This moment is not infinite
But we’ll stay young forever.

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