all the ones i ever knew   wandered by my window today   even some i never knew   marching by in the finest of parades   move all along      november grave, armistace day   poppies in the name of .... the Earl   .... the proud and .... the blind   bow in silence now the flags unfurl   lest we forget      west window sun would flock beneath   the grandfather and the boy   through all the changing scenes of life   sung in pain and sung in joy   may we forget now      the boy has sinned, he must repent   he will learn, he will believe   grandfather shakes so many hands   with his heart upon his sleeve   wears it away      shut the curtain, lay me down   beside parades that feed a war   loveless men and unloved children   a daughter leaves and slams the door   lost forever.