Enjoy life, because you have it
An old soldier, once to me said

Not knowing what his thoughts were
Nor the turmoil going on in his head?

Thinking of Pals, by some forgotten
In far distant field, now long dead

The look in his eyes was so rotten
That I remember the words that he said

He may now himself, be remembered
By words on a plaque or a bench

So Enjoy life because we have it
Loosing loved ones and friends is a wrench