Tim

Stories of those who died brave we read of and hear
But the thought of death many of them too did fear
It is the fear of the fear as some are known to say
Though death is inevitable for all one day

The admiration of the living is of no use to the dead
A quote of one wise truer words never said
No use to the deceased who died brave and young
If they are remembered and their praises are sung

Tim an aged neighbor his older brother John died in war
For his glorious ending he did travel far
A widower great granddad time has left him old and gray
But he feels happy to be living and makes the most of every day

He once told me John's death grieved his mother's heart
And on her early death surely did play some part
John did choose to fight in a war far away
And under foreign soil his last remains lay

Tim did not enlist for army duty war did not interest him at all
And he feels happy to think his name will never appear on a war memorial wall
He says i must have loved life better than my brother John
Though fond memories of him today in me live on

Old Tim says in every war young heroes are made
And from history they are not allowed for to fade
And though his best years are in the long gone
He is one who feels happy to be living on.