Monday, September 11, 2017

Steamrolled

I think about that day
When innocence was burned away
Along with beams of steel
And wonder if it all was real
Or happened like they say

The same old clips we see
Leave many questions nagging me
And though the past is gone
I do not feel it would be wrong
To sift through the debris.

2 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

...and take something in.

rch said...

Sad day indeed