893 History Is What An Old Man Might Witness 03-09-2020

To predict a moments implications,
to guess how far out in time
its ripples will go,
the power its waves will generate
when they crash on some distant shore…

that’s a tricky, iffy enterprise,
but worth the effort
-if you accept the idea
you may never know
the accuracy of your bet.

Think of an old man
on the verge of heaven,
a veteran of 1814 New Orleans,
cotton bales and canon balls,
who squeezed out from his Mothers womb
just in the nick
so he, at five,
heard the cheers and fife
as some patriot proclaimed
those mighty words to the mob,

“Life! Liberty! Happiness!”

And then at ninety-two
he hears, barely,
the tall, bearded President
draped in his black coat and stove-pipe,
ends his words
all those crowded graves stretched out before him
had been filled to insure,

“… shall not perish from the earth!”

My God!
Imagine what our old friend lived through!
Did he have an inkling of
the rippling import of what he’d witnessed?

So, for all I might see,
I’d beg for a century
and then, glutton that I be,
another decade or three
for icing…

whether or not
I am guaranteed
awareness of one hundred
when I reach it
or if I still can remember
dull beginnings,
“interesting times”,
or majestic moments
which cause me to smile
while tears run down
wrinkles carved on my cheeks,
and my eyes, still bright,
see, beyond sunsets sky,
imminent night
and my ears hear,
muffled, distant-
impending trumpets.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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