Today is September 12th. Twenty years after The Day After. We’re writing “The Day After” poems. You decide what day you are referencing and write that poem. “The Day After Tomorrow”, “The Day After I Lost My First Tooth”, “The Day After The Earth Stopped”… Let’s revisit that day. The day after.
The Day After If it comes, the day after holds no guarantee. No absolute assurance. No perpetual protection. The day after comes with promise. With lessons. With knowledge. With newness. It is ours To perceive. To learn. To discern. To embrace. The day after is a gift. Be thankful if it comes. © Marie Elena Good, 2021
THE DAY AFTER I’M GONE
There will come a day when I'll no longer be. I'll be free of this mortal coil and foil anything that would spoil the world I leave behind. The day after I'm gone music will still play on, filling every ear with a clear vision of all that it conveys. The love I feel for those that stay behind will be kind and long lasting, casting little doubt of what my heart was about. My poetry would be a decree of all my heart was able to see, a gift from me to all who find that my words touched their hearts deeply. On that day, the day after I'm gone, the sun will still rise though my eyes will not see it. The birds will sing brightly, the stars will shine nightly and memories will be rightly held close to heart. It will all start the day after I'm gone. © Walter J Wojtanik - 2021