Why am I still lying here?
Beneath my shelter of green
The sounds of unknown birds above my head
Although faded, I recall the promise made
When they placed the makeshift cross on my bed
Did my mates forget or did they perish too
With their promise fading away as it was said
Nestled alongside my body
Lies a reminder of my passed,
It has slipped from the pocket where it was kept,
Fond memories of time long passed,
Of the women who beside me once slept,
The new born cradled in her arms,
The greeting hand I have never met.
Lying in a corner a silver coin like new
A reminder of a Christmas long ago,
A silver horseshoe from a wedding cake,
A silver ribbon in a bow,
A key to keep my treasures safe
In this unknown ground in which they were sown.
Am I forgotten ?
Did I die in vain ?
How many mates lie beneath this soil ?
Will we lie together, someday to meet again ?
Sharing memories of time long ago,
Please why am I still lying here ?