A Poem

This little poem is inside the back page of the notebook. I have done a bit of an internet search to try to find the author, but nothing came up. Maybe Jack wrote it (his Grandfather was a bit of a carpenter-poet, too).

-- Wealth --

One thought the weeping eyes had read
some comfort-word of valiant dead.
Another said "An angel-song,
unheard by us has made him strong".
But no one guessed the heart-balm sweet
was just a greeting in the street!


One deemed a thrilling battle cry
from hero-lips had echoed by.
Another wondered; Has life brought
some heavenly visions, glory-wrought?
But no one guessed the grey day's end
was just a letter from a friend.
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