If it weren't for heroes and those that were scared
Those that were orphans left to a life impaired
Widows and widowers, their lives torn apart
With tears in their eyes but pride in their heart
I would not be here typing this ode to their memory
They sacrificed all they had for you and me
I can only hope if ever I had to stand and be counted
I would walk to the front and leave no son disappointed
I wear my poppy with honour and a heartfelt pride
I will remember you all and give thanks for the future you gave when you died
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
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