Pages

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Anzac Day

Anzac Day is remembrance day,
for every soldier who went away,
to a far land they went to fight,
some came back,some thought they might.
They were in Gallipoli, to keep us safe,
Australian and New Zealand men were so brave.
There were older men, some just boys,
only a few years ago, were playing with toys.
Why are there wars, why do we fight?
Every man should be able to see daylight
but mothers suffered in so much pain,
they would never see their sons again.
Wives and lovers cried each day
because their brave soldiers went away.
Fathers missed their sons so much,
they would never stay in touch.
Children had their fathers no more,
all they got is the medals they wore.
So our people please be proud,
on Anzac Day, sing aloud.
Let others know, lest we forget,
for all those men we've never met.
Be proud of our soldiers, who never saw their country again,
be proud also of the ones who returned. For it was not in vain.
©  CJ Roccisano


Seventy Three

22 March 2012
On Thursday I will be seventy three
but that is just between you and me.
an old bag with wrinkles on my skin
some day some one will throw me in the bin.
But who cares some don’t reach my age
their death notices you can read them on a page
but when you live as long as I have done
you can’t climb stairs or go for a run.
I just hope I live another twenty years
I hope when i say that some one cares.
Don’t be surprised when you next see me
because if you call me old bag I’ll charge you a fee.
My life as been long, mostly good but sometimes bad
but I’m still here, so don’t feel too sad.
I love my life most of the time
so don’t be worried, children of mine.
©  CJ Roccisano


For Agatha

My darling sister, my best friend
our love for each other will never end.
If we could turn back the hands of time
we could do so much more when we were in our prime.
We had so much fun and never were sad,
some people would say that we were quite mad.
We laughed and were always on our way
and never cared what people might say.
The toilet rolls which rolled down the street
we were so busy and so were our feet.
The sister we teased day after day,
we were pests but would not go away.
Bingo and the Casino were our favourite thing
we were always happy with our little fling.
I hope one day when we are gone
that we still have fun together but not alone.
You’ll be my sister and my best friend forever and ever
our love for each other will never sever.
So my darling sister, I will be there
we’ll always be together everywhere.

©  CJ Roccisano