JANUARY 22

Long have you been down and out,

no more life to sprout;

‘twas the quickest fall 

sharply leaving all.

A pained widow took your throne,

six kids barely grown;

no cash but a backbone;

oh how time has flown.

Still I can’t forget that fateful night;

an attack in plain sight,

today I think I’m alright,

I sometimes feel light.