Posted by Saint Triumphant on February 16, 2010 at 11:05:09:
In Reply to: Re: happy new year but... posted by Compo on January 21, 2010 at 23:32:09:
"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.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond Englandís foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain."
Blimey mate, we ain't all dead yet!
I wonder who the first pensioner will be?
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