(XLIII) Remembrance
They shall not grow old,
as we that are left grow old;
age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
we will remember them.
ANAZC Day is coming up soon, so I thought I'd just recite part of The Ode to those who gave their life in the Great War. It's a beautiful poem that means so much to me. Thanks for reading❤️
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