I watch old soldiers disappear,
while I sit there, like there was here.
Here I sit, and write of soldiers
disappearing, heads from shoulders.
'Soldier on!', I hear them whisper
from a distance close as this, for
I've watched old soldiers disappear
while I was there, like there was here.
On what, I ask them, should I soldier
here? I'm clearly getting older
watching soldiers in despair
while I sit here, like here was there.
This is where they disappeared, see.
So you know my mission clearly.
I watch old soldiers disappear