might hav a go another time,any one want to try?

ANZAC Day once again.

old men march as best they can

morning rum and wheatbix for breakfast.

with polished medals and K mart slippers

from proud grandchildren

they battle the dawn one more time.

today we forgive their sexist remarks

we overlook that stale smell

we all know well

of urine, smoke and smoldering farts

These men who when young

risked there very lives

so we could walk the streets