It was a helluva year
Full of teen misery and angst
Full of the wonder of young love
Full of you

It was a helluva year
Full of social unrest
Full of heartache and sorrow
Full of news

It was a helluva year
Like the many gone before
Like the many yet to come
Like none we’ve ever seen

They say if you remember
The years
You didn’t live through them

I remember . . .

The year JFK died

The year Martin died

The year RFK died

The years of racial unrest

The day we met
The day we parted – came together again
The day we married – became parents

The day my mother died

In the year 2525 was a song
Full of dark sadness
No joy

I choose joy

I choose love

I choose the year
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The Trifecta Challenge this week is to writer 33-333 words using the word YEAR in its third definition:
3 : a calendar year specified usually by a number

10 responses

  1. vew says:

    Good! SO many to remember…or wonder about…you nailed it!

  2. Draug419 says:

    Wow, a lot said in a quick poem. (: I love it!

  3. Jeanna says:

    My thoughts went to the same song when I read the prompt. Good job hitting it perfectly!

  4. stephanie says:

    This covers a lot of ground, a lot of memories and a lot of emotion. Well said.

  5. JannaT says:

    Nice poem, and lots of memories. I haven’t heard the song, but I like the poem still 🙂

  6. if you can’t remember the years, you must not have done much! but so much to remember! the song was a perfect reference. and the end cinched it. well done.

  7. I remember hearing the song “In the year 2525…. will man still be alive…” in the 70’s.
    A year, a decade of upheaval both personal and political. Nice work.

  8. Annabelle says:

    So much turbulence; an interesting look back.

  9. Tara R. says:

    This could be lyrics to your own song, with a much happier ending.

  10. Trifecta says:

    I love the simplicity of this–and then the sudden depth of it.

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