Poems

What day is it?

A day of which I forever find
In something of which I wrought
A day so clear it holds and binds
It is beyond anybodies thought
For this day comes once in a moon
From the heavens and stars so high
A day coming fast from dusk to noon
Its hope coming ever so nigh
This day you ask so stately and keen,
What could it be you say?
Why this day is here so boldly and mien
For the answer is today!

Noel Malenosky