As I sat here with my pen in hand
I heard the loudest noise in the land
A mighty cacophony of sound
That knocked me off my seat and to the ground.
What frightful fracas, what dreadful din
My ears couldn’t cope and take it in.
I sat there and began to tremble
My wits, I started to reassemble.
Despite the fear, despite the quivers,
I calmed my nerves and stopped my shivers.
I began to summon all my strength
And gave myself a talk, at length.
I turned to face the beaconing truth,
My day of reckoning, my misspent youth.
Those symbols of my great mistake,
the kids had come home for summer break.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/August/2018