This is written for the day of July sixth
The day after the fifth
That day we wont forget.
Although I’m writing this on the sixth of June
Twelve hours before noon
7-5 will come so soon.
What will happen may be a surprise
May come to you as tragic,
May bring a tear to our eyes
Most certainly won’t be magic.
What will happen is non-fiction
Something I believe,
Not just a prediction
I feel you’ll all see.
A day we’ll all remember
From the start of October
Till the end of September.
A day of good or bad we’ll all be amazed,
Because something serious will happen
In just thirty summer days.
This will come startling to the most,
And up will stay my hopes,
It was yesterday July fifth
My world went against the ropes.