When I grow old
When I was once young
When I knew my time had come
When all has approached
The war undone
I shall still be
The one under the sun
Whilst those who died and those who cried
Shall still mourn
Forever wishing
Forever grieving inside
I shall be able
To hold this head high
Though I sigh and never deprive
My heartaches for the one sacrificed
When I grow old
When I was once young
I knew this day
This month
This hour would come.
Ruth Rayment
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-grow-old-2/
