OLD
COMRADES OCT 17TH, 2012
BY
JAMES
BREDIN
Some of my
old comrades got sick and are now long dead,
Names
written on graveyard stones and stories in my head,
At
association meetings where all our memories are fading fast,
And I
sometimes wonder, how much longer these good times will last.
I’m sorry to
even say this but soon enough, I’ll be dead,
Though I
don’t know how, when, where, or why, but it’s all in my head,
If we could
get death with dignity, it would give me peace of mind,
How many
times can our Ottawa establishment decline?
We have no
binding referendums so we cannot have change,
And no one
up there among the aristocrats will arrange,
And less
than half Canadians even bother to vote,
Where is the
politician or aristocrat, we should promote?
OCT 17TH,
2012
