1945

                                                1945             October 3, 2015

1945 was a very good year,

With one exception that’s clear.

FDR died in ’45.

A man who honestly did strive

 

To be the great President who

Saw us through World War II.

He slew the giant, the monster

We called him, Hitler the gangster.

 

Roosevelt kept us safe, unharmed

He really did it and unarmed:

He said,

We read:

       “The test of our progress is not

         whether we add more to the abundance

         of those who have much;

        it is whether we provide

        enough for those who have too little.”

 

I believed in Roosevelt

I liked the hand he dealt.

’45 was a very good year

It brought little fear.

 

‘Twas the year we married

We were in love, never tarried.

Seventy years this month I’ll mark

Each year was a celebratory lark.

 

I score the day quietly, alone.

Sadness will be the day’s mood and tone.

The joy and the happiness I had

Bring memories that make me sad,

 

  Remind me of the great years we shared,

  Recall for me today how much we cared.

  Franklin Roosevelt kept us alive

   in 19 hundred and 45!

 

  Yes, it was a truly special year!

  Though October 7th brings a tear.