Faye Sizemore

NEW GENERATION

Little boys… men so young… Do not dream… dreams of war
Your letters keep me awake… I cannot rest easy anymore
On my war poetry site… late at night… short letters… little notes
… jots in a guest book… quickly wrote… in firm faithful strokes…
‘Aspiring to be a soldier… in only a few years more…‘
‘like grandpa’… ‘like my brother’… ‘waiting my turn to go to war’
Aspire to be doctors… writers… lawyers… scientists and such
Soldiers fight and win and lose… and cry and hurt too much
Do not aspire to be soldiers… for sometimes soldiers die…
… and even if they do not die… are haunted forever with why
In the dark of an old soldiers night… there is oft times fear
Why would you choose this… little men… young ones so dear
Please… never choose soldiers… for even brave soldiers die…
and if they do not… they spend a lifetime… wondering why…