All Ghosts Day...
They lived among us,
Most can see them,
Yet they forget,
Until birthday time.
Every word left behind,
Pictures of happier times,
Rants and delights,
These electric ghosts,
I loved how they haunt us,
Remembered.
I'm leaving Ghost Town.
It's not safe here anymore.
Might never be again.
I'll take pictures of my memories,
List them the day after Halloween,
Call it All Ghosts Day,
A yearly reminder.
Even banished from the land of memories,
I will never forget,
Not them or why.
What better day,
The day pumpkin faces go to compost.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/13/2024