The Normandy Beaches

Old men, who were young men once
Can scarcely bear the memory
And yet they come to witness stand
For those who died for liberty
Old and frail they cry hard tears
As sound and smell scrape down the years
Old men, who were young men then
And to these beaches came
Where snipers and artillery
Killed friend and foe the same
Old and frail, in life’s December
Whose courage asks that we remember
Those whose tale was never told
And on these beaches grew not old

©jj 2019

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