Does It Matter

Does it matter?-losing your legs?

For people will always be kind,

And you need not show that you

When others come in after

To gobble their muffins and eggs.

Does it matter?-losing your sight?

There’s such splendid work for the blind;

And people will always be kind,

As you sit on the terrace

And turning your face to the light.

Do they matter-those dreams in the pit?

You can drink and forget and be glad,

And people won't say that you’re mad;

For they know that you've fought for your country,

And no one will worry a bit.