I watch through misted eyes,
The young men of the day,
Paying their respects,
In their planned military way,

There is sense of disbelief,
In this strange aggressive time,
That we can send young soldiers,
To die within their prime.

Old boys like me,
People with tears,
Watch the procession,
Winding back the years.

Memories of what used to be,
Some that’s not so good,
Lots of us would change things now,
If only people could.

Veterans march by,
Diminished by the years,
Widows cuddle children,
Fighting back the tears.

If only we could find a way,
To put war in the past,
To love each other every day,
And build a peace to last.