The newspaper blew in a twisting fashion
Stopping only to hug the wall
The words jumped out
Assassinated
The night already black
Such an important man
People wept openly
They arrested a man
Though, he died too
Time went on
Mystery built up through the years
They all had their own theories
Films and documentaries proved one thing
Death was cold in the afternoon
People always say in conversations
What were you doing that day
The newspaper blew in a twisting fashion
Stopping only to hug the wall
The night we said goodbye forever
The words jumped out
Assassinated
Just how I felt.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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This is so true - when Kennedy and other famous people were killed, that question came up - where were you, what were you doing at the time? Unforgettable events. A vivid scene with the newspaper in the wind.
Still keeps them guessing.
So true Paul. And it seems like Kennedy and John Lennon are the two most popular when it comes to those two questions. Good write today🍻✌️
Yeah, I think you're right.
Wonderfully written.
Thanks, Draven.
Brilliantly written for the present to remind us of a significant time past.
It does come up now and again.
So well penned
Felt like reading thriller novel
Maybe entered the Baker Street
Voila will Sherlock appear….well crafted dear Paul…so vivid
Loved the Sherlock books.
So true Paul, these tragedies of the past are still brought to our minds.
Andy
Yes, they tend to hang around.
Well done,. I was young when it happened and this brought back memories. The ending wrapped it up well by personalizing it and bringing it into the present.
Surprised there hasn't been another film out.
This takes me back to Nov. 22, 1963, sitting in my 8th grade chorus class and someone rushing in to tell us that Kennedy had been shot. Apr. 4, 1968 we lost MLK. My generation felt like we were coming apart. Very powerful piece, thank you.
Before my time, but still resonates.
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