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| TAKEN - FOR GRANTED Granted just their childhood and a taste of youth, but nay - No bitter-sweet of love to greet the breaking of the day; The sun set on their morning and the twilight hid from view, The young men and their better deeds that they might never do. And now the rafters of the inn will never hear the banter; Of soldier lads in berets and the scarlet Tam O'Shanter. Granted just a promise of a life fulfilled, but nay - No children in their likeness and no bloom of age for they; For grey haired men of yesterday, of lessons learned not one, Did carry out the reaper's work and scythed till work was done. And unborn children never know the sound of caring tread, A father's footsteps on the stair when safely tucked in bed. Granted mellow wisdom that was yet to come, but nay - Till men whose life was over took the young men all away; Their youthful zeal (and innocence) was shrouded in a lie, And that's the reason why, sir, only young men go to die. |