The last post.A Poem by Bryan SeftonMy father was a Chelsea pensioner. There were lots in there like the Colonal.
He was a retired Colonel
Spent all his life in the army Spilled his blood on foreign shores "Men like him are barmy" That's what my Mum said He walked as if he were on parade Each movement precisely so His look surveying regiments Or keenly weighing up the foe That stood around the bar His sentences were to the point His words came crisp and clear So that there should be no mistakes And the ones at the rear could hear Some almost taking notes Every night he left the bar At precisely ten fifteen Before he left he'd raise his glass Saying "gentlemen, the Queen! " The domino players would rise When he said 'Morning! ' to my dad He almost gave salute Dad's back would snap up ramrod straight He'd look to check his boots Wiping them on his pants He didn't get to give his life For country or for Queen He slipped away so quiet like As if he'd never been He didn't want a fuss They said he'd known for six straight years That death was on the stairs "Joe Cancer is an enemy That takes no prisoner's" That's what the Butcher said "The foe will sleep more peaceful now Knowing that the Colonels gone But little do the blighters know There's more where he came from." That's what my Dad said. © 2022 Bryan SeftonFeatured Review
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