At times I’m sure I hear the sound
Of children laughing all around
I hear the patter of their feet
In clitter-clatters from the street.
Oh how I wish that I were there
As joy was rising in the air
Remember how it used to be
When hearts were young and love was free ?
Those days are gone, they won’t come back
Our lives today under attack
Why must we suffer such distress
I do not know, what is your guess ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 