The first Monday after Labor Day.
That sets the stage for the coming fall.
The end of all the summer play,
I still remember it all.
Where were you on that day?
But not that Monday of the Tenth.
Our minds on the mundane,
When all t'would follow hence,
Would never be the same.
Where were you on that day?
I thought of the markets as I wondered through space
I mused about the future and my place.
Where were you on that day?
But in all the fateful journeys where life had led,
Could I ever fathom a world turned upon its head?
I’d worked with computers, I looked after kids,
But who would know what I would do from what I did.
To be a soldier willing to die.
With eyes ever glazed anxiously to the sky.
It was in these intense moments lived,
Shocked, enraged and deeply sad,
The existential rings imperative,
To know all that we have.
What can we bring posterity,
Amidst the harrowing strive,
For a civil world of unity,
And give meaning to our life?
Tomorrow will be reminded once again of all the toils of war.
But today we stop to reflect instead on life the day before.
Where are you on this day?