They shall grow not 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.
To all those past and present,
For all those fighting through;
For when the sun is battering,
And the winds are raging past.
When the end seems far away;
But your friends are staying true.
At the waking of the trumpet call,
At the screams of gas, gas, gas.
Let your spirit stay as strong as stone,
Your will be way to wear,
A grasping hand and guiding truth,
Your heart a lasting hue;
Of roses, lilies, huckleberries,
The heat of blood runs through.
Passion strong and passion great,
Companions far and wide.
When the clock strikes first
And silence falls,
Two minutes peace to think.
Of comrades past
And comrades present;
Recruits in training still.
If we forget the past as was,
The lessons learnt through pain.
Then we forget the pride they had,
The freedom won in war.
The peace in duty needed still,
The love they fight to keep.
So as the sun goes down on us,
And rises once again.
Honour shall be shown to us,
As we remember still.
Lest we forget,
Lest we disbelieve.
*Copyright Susan Cook, 2012 with excerpt of ‘For the fallen’ by Laurence Binyon.