1970
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Death of a Great Man"
Through days of plunder, days of strife,
And the ever-present stench of death.
A war was ended and men had lost their lives.
America the country had joined again.
And a boy named Johnny went home to his Beth.
Some cheered, some cried, but the war was won,
A man named Lincoln dried his eyes.
Off his shoulders came the burden that had weighed a ton.
But there was sadness still within him.
The sadness that comes when a young man dies.
Abraham Lincoln, a man of poise and grace,
Was elected again as President.
But there were lines on his face that would never be erased,
He readied himself for another term.
Ah, the sadness in being a President.
Happiness again filled the tall man's soul,
That he went for a night at the theater,
But a maniac killed him, and before he fell,
He knew that his sadness had ended for good,
As he floated up to meet his Father.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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