When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.
Salutes Without Guns
Last updated August 10, 2011
When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.
Salutes Without Guns