by Luke Putz
The day of scare and fright,
Of treats and costumes worn,
It is only one night,
Why do so many scorn?
It is a night of glee,
Happy, filled with candy,
It should to be fun and free,
Why is it not to be?
Maybe in ages past,
It did not mean this then,
And evil did hold fast.
The day was evil then.
But now it is not so,
The meaning's past is done,
They should just let it go,
And let us all have fun.