A.N- This is just a poem I wrote, and I would appreciate the feedback and also no one copying it. It is from anyone's POV, and it's a poem about Remembrance Day

November 11 was a day that everyone has to take a moment of silence. Today the 55 Precinct and the 55 Firehouse stood outside in the street. It was quiet, and a light snow fell on the ground. A podium stood at the far end and camera crews lined the sidewalks. A little girl stood at the podium and at a wave from the TV man she cleared her throat, she began to speak.

Little One-

To all the little ones in the world…

All that shimmers is not silver

All that glitters is not gold

All is not that it seems to be

It can never be foretold

Some time ago we lived in peace

The anger was not sore

The inner beast at rest

Death rode his horse no more

The agony and grief

Brings no relief

For those we have lost

For those who have crossed

From simple harmony to war

Shocks thousands to the core

So little one when you grow old

Remember this

All that shimmers is not silver

All that glitters is not gold