Mourning -- End of November 2016

Much of America is mourning still--

Mourning the light extinguished when

Heedlessness embraced false promise;

Mourning the loss of what could have been;

Mourning the hope of a glorious day

Darkened by a cloud of despair

And sincere interconnectedness

Became replaced by vanity fair;

Mourning the loss of a heart that beat

For all and not for a limited few,

And coarseness received people's praise,

And true refinement became taboo;

Mourning a dream of inclusiveness

With all-embracing open arms

When a nightmare smothered it

And drowned out warnings and alarms;

Mourning the flower of optimism

With hope in every opening bud

When weeds with thorns of cynicism 

Flourished, and hope was dripping in blood;

Mourning the renewed freshness of spring

And the calm peace of a summer's night,

Ravished by winds of uncertainty

And the bitter harshness of winter's blight.

Much of America is mourning still.

The grief will end one day. Till then,

We all move forward while many continue

To mourn the loss of what could have been.

(11-25-16) By Bob B