Another day in my life
Sept. 11^th, 2001

Another day in my life, kissing the wife,
off to the tall office we go.

The sky is clear, we have no fear,
of a future that we do not know.

The towers they shine, everything looks fine,
take the elevator to the 96th floor.

Good mornings exchanged, a smile I've arranged,
done it so many times before.

But then flying so low, seems to be coming in slow,
death rides a hostage wing.

I look up and see, people looking back at me,
from outside, in this flying thing.

A split second the world shattered, I feel I don't matter,
for I am only one.

I leave life just then, no choice on the end,
anything I had to do is done.

By John P. McCarron
Sept. 14th, 2001