The Day After
The Day After
I will forever recall that day, I still remember it very well.
That day was September 11th, when those twin towers slowly fell.
The sun was shining bright and the sky a polished blue.
Many lives were changed that day, yours and mine were too.
A nation divided for years, came together that day as one.
Every father and mother, every daughter and son.
I could not see any color such chaos is never clear.
Soot covered each face and all were shrouded in fear.
Many were trapped in these buildings with smoke and fire all around.
Can you remember them at those windows, so high above the ground?
Lives were lost that day with all hope for them bereft.
They didn’t jump to die, they simply had no options left.
Life is full of weather, you will have decisions to make.
Make your choices wisely, please give instead of take.
We all will face our demons before our time on Earth is done.
Stand and face each storm, never turn away and run.
Mark Koplin
9/12/24
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2024
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