David R. “Poppa” Alexander

MY FATHER NEVER TOLD ME A LIE

When I was young and following my father around
He pointed out the things I should know in the world that abound
My father never told me a lie.

As I grew and started to school
He often reminded me about the golden rule
My father never told me a lie.

Through the teenage years and when I thought I knew it all
My father was strict but loving, as I would often fall
My father never told me a lie.

Then when my time to enter the military
His advice was straight to the point and never arbitrary
My father never told me a lie.

Then came the time for me to go to war
My dad being a combat veteran told me many things of the blood and gore
My father never told me a lie.

When once in the field myself and would often forget
But once things got bad I could always look back to the ole vet
My father never told me a lie.

Upon my return to the country of my birth
My father met me and I saw what the fight was worth
My father never told me a lie.

As he grew older and sicker by the day
His advice was slow in coming but pointed out there was always time to pray
My father never told me a lie.

Now that I have grow older and my time maybe coming nigh
I remember the things he told me and sometimes I even sigh
My father never told me a lie.

My father told me the day before his death
Have no sorrow my son for God will give me breath
My father never told me a lie.

Now I can gaze at the sky and wonder how he is, happy or glum
Does he look down upon us and is he pleased with the outcome?
He must be happy because…
My father never told me a lie.