MEDICALLY UNFIT.
For weight of years some men must stay
And some must pause for lack,
And some there are would be away
But duty holds them back,
Driving the jobs at home that must be done
To smash the Hun.
And others, whether old or young,
Refuse to wait behind;
And some with scarcely half a lung
Have found the doctors kind;
Yet never once did any listen to my tick
But barred me quick.
And some whose place should be the van
Are doing nothing much;
By all the blood that beats in Man
I would that any such
Could loan me, while he plays the skulker's part,
His coward heart.