I do not think that they will sing to me.A Poem by Miss LillianA piece of homework for creative writing, taking a line from TS Eliot's poem 'The lovesong of J Alfred Prufrock' and using it as a leit motif create your own poem that is not about love.I
do not think that they will sing to me, in the land where heroes live For
my choice and actions made today, even I cannot forgive. Surrounded
by the thunderstorm, my feet consumed by mud The
land in front, a monster, that feasts on each man’s blood. A
body hits the ground, as if falling from the sky, Now
how could I move forward? If it meant that I should die? I
do not think that they will sing to me as I reach Saint Peter’s gate Regret
that’s everlasting is a coward’s fate. One
by one they took a bullet and landed by my side To
die for King and country is to die with pride.
Ours
is not to question why we walk toward our death Are
we not supposed to care as you steal our very last breath? I
do not think that they will sing to me when I walk toward to the light A
man is called a coward when he will not stand and fight Too
scared to charge, I turned and ran, left my brothers where they fell And
that, I fear’s the reason I shall spend my days in hell That
world of peace and virtue is not what I deserve, Others
advanced bravely, but I didn’t have the nerve. I
do not think that they will sing to me as my life draws to an end, Others,
will hear the beckoning, and be greeted like old friends. But
I know, that now the time has come and darkness closes in I
shall hear no choir, no trumpet, I’ll hear no violin. If
I could change the past I would, but for me it is too late, Regret
that’s everlasting is a coward’s fate. © 2013 Miss LillianReviews
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