Charles E. Preston

WILL SOMEONE REMEMBER ME?

When I’m gone will someone see
some of the good that was hidden in me
wrongs that never turned to right
haunting dreams during the night
trying to cope in these current times
have I fallen, to far behind
from war’s grasp, never released
seeking this day a moment of peace
hard to focus, spots remain blurred
un-receptive to most political words

Once a proud warrior not afraid to fight
now a proud veteran nearing the light
what am I… just a tiny speck
demanding only a little respect
gave all I had, paid my dues
fighting for some with different views
hoping someday they’ll understand
the sacrifices made for this great land
if a name etched on stone, or buried out to sea
Will someone,
Will someone… please… remember me?