May Day

I have awaken to some days filled with misery. And there are other days clouded with mystery. And there are some yesterdays that are neither good nor bad but are simply a vision of history. May Day for me has always cast a fond memory, except the day in May when my father passed away. My father died in that month on the 8th of May, the only day in May that brought sadness to me. I finished high school in the Month of May. From home I moved away in the Month of May. I have such fond memories of when as a child, we danced around the May Pole on the first of May.