{A poem about 9/11.}
The Morning After
Life goes on, world goes 'round,
Fallen shadows, with no sound
But cries and heartbreak, tearful nights,
Of those who lived to see the sight.
Months of cleanup, dusty air,
Thousands dead, we gawk and stare.
Tearing, ripping, hearts aflame,
All is different, ne'er again the same.
I cannot cry, though close I've come,
I cannot shed a tear, not one.
I wish I could, to let it out,
Instead of being so strong and stout.
God bless those who died and left
Wives, husbands, children, now bereft.
And God bless those of us still here,
Help us to realize life is dear.
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