David R. “Poppa” Alexander


In say fifty years or so
When you and I are either dead or very old
Will anyone remember the war in which we fought?
Or will anyone care about the freedom we sought?

Will wars of future years our memories obscure?
Will the youth and soldiers of that time hearts be pure?
Maybe their wars will be different from ours
Will they still fight for the stripes and stars?

Will the government still be the same?
Fighting wars and it’s always someone else to blame.
Will our Grandchildren, and theirs, still be going off to be killed,
Or will the earth be a place of happiness and with love be filled?

Something for which to ponder
As you and I cross over yonder.
Will anyone still remember you and me and our fight?
I don’t suppose it really matters after we say our last good night.