Steve's Poetry Corner

My 15th Birthday - Nov.1998

November 22nd 1963,

A sunny Friday started out happy and carefree. Before noon it turned my Happy 15th Birthday into bloody infamy.

The shocking news came in gym class way beyond belief.

Who had shot our beloved young president our commander and cheif.

Everything got scary .

Oh what horrible grief. President John F. Kennedy lay shot death slumped in his limo seat.

Nothing could save him. He would forever sleep.

The cops caught the killer that Lee Harvey Oswald creep.

Then the mob sent Jack Ruby to shut up Oswald before he could speak.

I sat in front of the T.V. three days straight, never going anywhere Hardly even ate.

The funeral was Monday.

The nation remained in a frozen state. Friday November 22nd, I'll never forget that date, my 15th birthday, a deplorable fate.

Now 35 years later, I still feel the hate. Who shot our president, Oswald was used as the bait. 35 years later I continue to wait. . . .