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PAUL J Thornber, a chartered health and safety practitioner, waste manager and environmentalist, who works for the Veolia Environment Services in Small Heath, has written a plethora of war poems.

The peoms follow the progress of a soldier from joining up, embarkation, going up the line and to the front.

Here he shares his poem The Lost Time with Mail readers.

Paul said: "This poem reflects the misplaced innocence of one of the many fallen as he looks back to his parting on embarkation."

The Lost Time How silently our lost time Slipped by and we did not know That it was to be the last chime Of our clock saying "time to go" Carried by winds which took me away From the things which mattered the most All the dreams which I had fallen into decay All my hopes turned to so many ghosts.

The last time that we embraced, We were innocently saying goodbye, Unaware of the horrors soon to be faced, Never knowing that soon I would die; I know now that "goodbye" was my warning, I don't know when we will meet again Because death came for me in the morning Hold fast onto lost time until then.
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Publication:Birmingham Mail (England)
Date:Mar 15, 2014
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