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My Last Parade
A Poem for Retiring Vets
Let the bugle blow
Let the march be played
With the forming of the troops
For my last parade
The years of wars, and the years of waiting
Obedience to orders, unhesitating
Years in the states, and the years overseas
All woven in a web... of memories
A lifetime of service passes in review
As many good friends and exotic places too
In the waning sunlight begin to fade
With martial music of my last parade
My last salute to the service and base
Now someone else will take my place
To the sharp young soldiers marching away
I gladly pass the orders of the day
Though uncertain what my future may hold
Still, if needed – before I grow too old-
I’ll keep my saber sharp, my powder dry
Lest I be recalled to duty by and by
So let the bugle blow...
Fire the evening gun...
Slowly lower the colors...
My retirement has begun
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