You decide
Poppy pinned to a lapel will
It tell, or define who we really are.
November eleventh, again and again
I pin a poppy to my lapel, but who am I.
Again I ask, will the poppy on my lapel
Tell you what I am. Once a year in remembrance
I wear the poppy, ‘proudly’ honouring a memory.
and a reminder that war is hell.The reality of the poppy is,
the many unfortunate men who fell dead,