A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1945
My second year! In ’45.
(I didn’t know I was alive.)
My dad came home—survived the war.
(Who is that man there in the
door?)
And FDR—in April—died.
And while the nation grieved and cried,
Came Harry Truman to the plate—
The atom bombs—a big debate.
And Orwell wrote of pigs (in Farm)*:
He felt the worry—saw the harm.
The Paleface was a movie hit—
And Spellbound was so close
to it.
And Goldie Hawn was born that year—
And Winkler, Midler (both were dear).
And TV sets—still fairly rare.
But changes—huge ones—in the air.
And “Sentimental Journey” ruled—
And “If I Loved You”? Lovers drooled.
In Bergen-Belsen, Anne Frank died.
Her diary would be a guide
For all who wish with all their parts
That we’d behave with human hearts.
*I know it's Animal Farm; gotta keep the rhythm, though!
*I know it's Animal Farm; gotta keep the rhythm, though!
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