My heart is never silent.
Sometimes it talks too much.
Please don't tell me, dear heart,
Of those I have loved and lost.
Most of my large, fun, family in
Their raucous laughter and songs
still ring in my ears.
The astonishing foods with family.
And who had fears?
They went off to WWll. And all came back
No rage against the red, white and blue.
Which today, I most certainly would eschew.
Their time was served with dignity _
I can't stand living in a world where "it's all about me."
This is the saddest Thanksgiving of my life.
One where integrity means nothing.
Where stealth and dishonesty are now right?
There's no person to blame, we let evil take over.
And, we, locked at home like dogs named Rover!
Where boys cannot play baseball anymore?
No great runs to score.
Worse, only ten may come to our Thanksgiving door?
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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