I look to the horizon and watch the dawn break.

Once again, several hours, I have been awake.

Being unable to sleep, I no longer can take.

My interest, my happyness, again I must fake.

We raise the flag to a new day.

We salute, we recite our anthem, our respect we pay.

But what does it mean? did the real point stray?

Our young, the next generation, they want a new way.

They deserve that, and need that, their future is at stake.

About us, our lessons, our teachings, our advice will they take?

But why? What have we taught them? What a mess we did make.

May God bless them, the future is THEIRS.

And for them, my heart does ache.

 

By J.D. Bardo