Centennial Milestone
Born January eighth, nineteen thirteen
No champagne, no birthday cake
No celebration or even a banner
Only memories of a party
That might have been
January eighth, two thousand thirteen
Taken too soon
You would have reached a hundred
What your eyes have seen
All the progress you witnessed
For better or for worse
A century ago
Impossible for us
To even imagine
How times were different then
With so few fancy cars
Different priorities
And preoccupations
A different era
A different world
Happy hundredth to you
Cheers. Love you. Rest in peace
We’ve tried to move on without you
For better or for worse
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on February 4, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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