Poems for the Summer months

[wango]

The ending of one of JFK’s favorite poems . . . .

But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

As he knew he was hated by many in politics & definitely by the CIA, he would make light of being shot when it was brought up. However, not so with more private conversations.

[Honkey_Kong]