Does it matter?- losing your legs?...   
For people will always be kind,   
And you need not show that you mind   
When the others come in after hunting   
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 remembering   
And turning your face to the light.  
   
Do they matter?- those dreams from the pit?...   
You can drink and forget and be glad,   
And people won't say that you're mad;   
For they'll know you've fought for your country   
And no one will worry a bit.