Eight now seemingly short years
The ones I remember all too well
Too young to vote at that critical time
I was old enough to see the difference though
Often it was called the “Reagan Years”
The time my family's poverty fell
Kind remembrance, these thoughts of mine
I am saddened to see this man go
Off into the sunset
As the hero often goes
What a mark on history he made
He stood tall in face of tense opposition
He always stood his ground you could bet
As he stood for this nation against her foes
May the pictures in my mind never fade
Seemingly like my grandfather in disposition
With that kind smile
And nod of his head as he spoke
Words so very high in wisdom and care
Inspiration you could hear in his voice
I’ve thought of him every mile
In the race of life for his words did evoke
Honor and pride that we as American’s share
If you want to succeed, it is your choice
The “Reagan Years”
Those times were the best
History shall remember the legend well
I too, shall do my part
To prevent a return to my worst fears
When character no longer is part of the test
Fear mongering, part of the sell
Honor and pride, a lost art
Ronald Wilson Reagan, or Dutch as he was known
Our fortieth president of these United States
Dancing with our Father in Heaven is he
He bid his final farewell and now the curtain must fall
This, my way of gratitude, for the inspiration has grown
No matter what issue the world around me debates
I shall continue to remember and always fondly see
“The Reagan Years” as my fondest memories of all
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