They were just children really, most of them,
Back in the days when boys became men,
Far too soon.

They were just scared really, glory in sight.
Full of bravado and banter, ready to fight.
Unprepared.

But they all left their homes, patriotic and brave.
Some came back broken, some couldn’t be saved.
Heartbroken families, wondering why?
Why so many young men left home just to die.
They certainly did give their lives for our gain,
Dragged into a war, someone else’s campaign.
So, lest we forget, wear your poppy with pride.
Remember and never let their sacrifices subside.
As the sun goes down, they will be recollected
And in the morning their memories will always be respected.