Harken the hasty souls running in scatter and scant for winter.
Bless them and pour out your best teacups in celebration
of their return to a life where they no longer fit in.
Dress the buried hearts that sunk at sea
and the one armed man returning home without his team.
It settles on tearful families whose boys never returned home men.
The war is over but the battle is alive,
relived daily,
in white jackets between white walls and hearts cry out.
Bless them and pour out your best teacups in celebration
of their return to a life where they no longer fit in.
Dress the buried hearts that sunk at sea
and the one armed man returning home without his team.
It settles on tearful families whose boys never returned home men.
The war is over but the battle is alive,
relived daily,
in white jackets between white walls and hearts cry out.
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