The Other Named Bobby

That boyish grin,
Those  ice blue eyes .
He didn’t even have to speak,
We all knew and realized,
He captured the masses both young and
Old.
He was one we had waited for all
These years and  at  times
Not patiently,
He was the one to bring this country
Back to unity.
He was the one to continue old Joe’s
Prophecy
In the crowd chants and cried we want Bobby!
And though it’s not the Camelot of
Years ago but it doesn't need to be
This  was another time , and another man
And as he walks up to the podium where they all can see,
He knows it is his time to make his mark in history
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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