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The Last of Blue Skies
I remember the last time I saw the blue sky,
it slowly sailed away.
Tears and dark clouds came to my eyes
and my thoughts flew right to the day.
On that last day I saw an old man,
walking alongside the street.
He tripped and fell, I know he hurt.
I could feel the pain inside me.
I didn't look back, I went straight on-
no need to be unamerican.
I stopped at the stoplight, obediantly waiting,
soon arriving at my destination.
The last time I recall, the blue sky seemed small-
crammed with buildings and smoke.
A man had died-I signed his sympathy card, "goodbye"
It didn't bother me at all.
I remember the last time I saw the blue sky,
wondering how it had lasted this way.
How sad it may seem, that this last memory
was created on this very day.
