'Twas the year 1963 in Dallas Town <br /> The young president was gunned down. <br /> In the full public view of the adoring throng, <br /> And the question is still asked: "Oh! What went wrong?" <br /> <br /> His children often played with him <br /> In many charming, caring, loving ways, <br /> On boats, in fields, on lawns, in office-ways <br /> There was no doubt: it was not staged. <br /> OH BLESSED DAY HE PASSED THIS WAY! <br /> <br /> Some parents of our day say they are too tired to play. <br /> So let's review the busy president's way <br /> To please, to help, to greet, to hug, to say <br /> "Let's join the kids at play." <br /> OH BLESSED DAY HE PASSED THIS WAY! <br /> <br /> His memory lives today and will survive <br /> In spite of current selfish human pride <br /> His love abides among the young, the old, <br /> His wit, his charm, his diligence, his regal courtesy, <br /> Commands us all to see, to feel, to say: <br /> OH BLESSED DAY HE PASSED THIS WAY!<br /><br />Hildred Marjorie Schloss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jfk-the-legacy/
