Edward James Timothy Moore 1912-1944

Back on the graveyard shift,
Oxford's finest,
Trying to find a good place to spend,
Half an hour, maybe the whole night.
Here's one I haven't seen before;

Edward James Timothy Moore
1912-1944

Two world wars, TWO world wars he saw,
Poor man, and we, us, you and I,
We have seen none at all, and hopefully
No more. But,
Two world wars, can you imagine?
Living through it? Being a child?
Raising a child, looking after a family?
Edward, you are a man I am remembering, sadly.

I hope you have found your peace in heaven,
You must have fought in one of these wars,
at twenty seven,
and died.
Tried to survive one more year,
One more year to 1945, and
It would have all been over.
Victory.
Back to the safety, the arms
Of your family.

Tonight, I want to spend some time with you,
Your bones beneath me, your headstone behind me,
Your soul around me.

I want to write you these words, maybe
Talk for a while, maybe share my life with you,
Your soul around me.

I have to thank you, maybe say a prayer,
Maybe share what I feel we owe you,
And the souls around me.

I guess I am trying to say that maybe
I wouldn't be here without you,
Without your sacrifice,
Without your courage,
Without your determination in war.

Edward James Timothy Moore
1912-1944