2-28-75 a Missing Day
This year that day wasn't seen,
And we missed it's feel,
'Twas if it had been,
And we know it's real.
I went about the park,
And a glimpse I saw,
It really wasn't missing,
It could be seen from near and far.
Endless memories wandering there,
Alone, yet all about,
The day was clear and wondrous fair,
We're alive our hearts did shout.
That day I did see found,
I looked about and turned around.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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