With all her hair piled on her head
Her cheeks so pink, her lips true red
Her running shorts cut at the thigh
With measured trot while passing by.
She is a picture of content
Angelic smile from heaven sent
As daily I observe her pass
From my front window’s pane of glass.
Her running shoes and steady pace
Are ne’er distracted by each race
She’s happy jogging every street
Controling life while on her feet !
When I awoke this early morn
I thought about when I was born
It was the Great Depression clime
To most it was like world’s end time.
Who could have thought that we’d survive
Or that this world would soon revive
While clouds spread over seas and lands
Deserted towns and dust bowl sands.
Too few are left who yet recall
The poverty which did befall
With angst and agonies we knew
Like pain and failures we’ve come through.
We pray that era won’t return
There are great lessons we did learn
You must not hide your eyes in sleep
The danger grows both close and deep !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 