我把战争存放在书里——
仍有一场战役——
敌人与我素未谋面
却常常将我审视——
在我与战友之间
他在犹豫，最终，
选出最精锐的斗士，把我忽略，直到
他们全体牺牲——
假如逝去的朋友不会将我遗忘
那该多么美好——
古稀之年的伙伴
毕竟屈指可数——
My Wars are laid away in Books—
I have one Battle more—
A Foe whom I have never seen
But oft has scanned me o’er—
And hesitated me between
And others at my side,
But chose the best—Neglecting me—till
All the rest, have died—
How sweet if I am not forgot
By Chums that passed away—
Since Playmates at threescore and ten
Are such a scarcity—