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If I out live them all,
Who will remember me?
Possibly my children?
I’ve thrown my last sod,
Placed my rose and final wreath.
Listened to fine words.
Watched them lay them underneath.
Felt the rain on my brow,
Watched the leaves as they fell.
Stood hunched,
As the relatives lunched,
And another comrade
Joined his mates in Hell.
