November Twenty-Second

Forty-eight years ago JFK died. If you were living then, You must have cried. TV ran on and on – Pink hat and shots; Oswald and Ruby Connecting the dots. Bloodstains on Jackie, The LBJ pledge; All of America Sitting on edge. John John saluted, The widow in black. Innocence ended And never came back. Each twenty-second The month of November, Those moments flash back And I pause to remember.