Remaining today
Recapitulations
Results must become witnessed
All things yesterday,
Not knowing what we seek
Reprieve is sought,
Remaining disconsolate
Far from our accustomed lives
Fifteen months have passed
While
Happiness for all has become
Prior for most
In a day
Week
Month
Without leisure
All passed
Time at abnormal speed
It became a year
Enter another, equally bleak
Bearing constant uncertainty
Pen poised in hand
Prepared to capture what is good
Without avail
Cheerful platitudes offer little relief
Leaders at odds
Praising themselves, blaming others
All are wrong, equally, they fight
Their spoken words hollow
Humanity’s needs unquenched
A new summer is upon us
Where are the promised flowers
Chosen pundits falter
Yet they persist
They jabber on like empty woks
Provisions void of substance
While murkiness prevails
Of that, they do well!
I will remember them
Voting
Of that, I do well!!
…and one more thing to share: While smiling, done well!
And though I was old enough to have lived during the Second World War, I had only reached the ripe old age of eight when it began, which presented two equally important news items for the world to know:
to serve in our military, in 1941, in just about every branch, a kid had to be at least eighteen years old. Secondly, the most important fact of my life, I never got to meet Sir Winston Churchill.
If he was alive today, I guarantee I would find a way to say hello to him. I mean, why not? I’ve directed many so-called stars who consider themselves in the same rarified air as any of today’s world leaders. All this is not to say at age eight I had an in-depth knowledge of the magnitude of perhaps the greatest wartime leader who ever lived.
