I cry to go back to my home near Hudson River,
The duties of the endless war, I can’t bear.
For last three years I am a war leader,
And for last eleven years I am America’s protector.
I saved Uncle Sam from the Great Depression,
I am saving him from the Axis oppression.
My legs are taking rest for a long time,
And now my heart is crying; “now it is my time”.
Finally my body reached my home on the Hudson River,
But it did not have my soul either.
Author notes
1.The poem is based on the life of Franklin Delano Roosevelt (1882 -1945). He was the thirty-second president of the United States (1933-1945). He held office during the Great Depression of the 1930s and World War II (1939-1945). The USA entered the war in 1941. He died on 10 April 1945. (Source: Microsoft Encarta Dictionary)
2.Hudson River: A river in eastern New York, USA. (Source: Microsoft Encarta Dictionary)
3. Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s legs became paralysed by polio.
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Rhyming 'time' with itself? Big no-no! This isn't paticularly sad either, just a list of thigs he did, no great betrayal, no real reason to give a damn about his feelings. Thank you for entering non-the-less.
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Thank you.
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Indeed Superb...Good luck in the contest.
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