Six feet under and still my mind is wandering
My choices I am pondering,
Should I have cared more for those I love,
Should I have supported the white dove,

The time a loved one passed should I have wept,
Or should have I let no one see me sweat,
The time I left those I care for, trying to chase a dream,
What will they think when I am never again seen,

Will they remember me as a hero and being brave,
Or will they remember the fighting and abandon my grave,
Will they put a poppy upon my headstone on the 11th day,
Will they pass by, but not acknowledge or stay.

Even in death I will be as lonely as I can be,
No one to remember the people I fought to free,
Maybe it was wrong to some,
But at the hour it was wisdom,

So now I sleep,
Lonely, without a peep,
Until the morning sun and all are alert,
A life to ponder down here in the dirt