I'm sure many of us today will have spent time reflecting on those friends and family that have been affected by war both past and present.
For me ANZAC day always brings memories of a good mate who served in Vietnam and died many years later from cancer attributed to agent orange. This occured not long after my mother had passed on, so it was a difficult period.
As you may have guessed, I love good poetry.
In tribute to both of them I put together my own inadequate piece.
The Fates.
A child is born, a loved one dies
And each of us lives out the lies
In insulated peace, lest we might see.
That all we hold as truth and right,
our hopes, our faith, our dreams are nought;
But crystaline defence 'gainst what will be.
For all of us will come to know,
When Atropos has struck her blow
Her icy hand of fate has sought and sealed.
A friend, a lover, a confidant;
The measure of the thread too scant,
This universal truth to us revealed.
She takes not one, but all who've touched
or loved and laughed or been rebuffed.
A little piece of all who've ever known.
Begone grim horseman, no crop there be,
yes take the sisters back with thee.
And all the wars and plagues that you have sown
For in our lifes great tapestry,
our threads entwined, till we are one
Thus we may die, but truely all cheat death
Though short our time upon this earth
We greet your scythe with nought but mirth
My friend will live whilst ever I draw breath.
In Greek Mythology, the three fates decided the fate of all mankind.
Clotho spun the thread, Lacheis measured it out and Atropos cut the thread of life.