The Loneliest President
He had no schooling
to speak of--
he had no money
to speak of--
he had no future
to dream of--
yet...
he grew tall, strong,
ever hungering
to learn,
to know,
to understand--
he saw into the
hearts of men
while telling his
country jokes,
knowing laughter
smothered fear--
and he walked in
grace of a sort,
keeping a nation
from cracking,
freeing a race
while trying to
quiet the hate
until a coward
shot him in the
back of the head
and a nation was
set back over
a hundred years.
[composed and posted 2/19/21]
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2021
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