Forgotten Yesterdays
A yesterday can never be forgotten though
it maybe shrouded in the mist of time and space.
Memories are spiritual dreams that can speak
to us a reality that no veil can conceal from our mind.
Yesterday I met a friend in class and who would ever know that
forty two years and beyond we still knew what a friend really means.
Riding bikes, Chevrolets, Movies and Drive – In cruising we shared.
Innocence born of ignorance haunted us then and it can still delude the mind.
Yesterday I kissed the sweetest lips and realized that my innocence
had come to lift me into a realm that I never knew or believed could be.
Where was the oracle to enlighten my psyche of everything to come and
to prepare me for the joys as well as the heart aches to come.
Yesterday my mother told me not to play with guns because whether
it may be a toy or something more lethal – it will only leave the image of death.
Then Uncle Sam came and told Joey down the street it was time to
answer freedom’s call while I studied Latin in the hallowed halls of academia.
Yesterday my mother called to say that Joey died in place called Khe Sanh.
I wept for a friend not just for his death but a government that allowed
him to die and me to live. Where is the nobility when such injustice reigns?
Still to this day I look for answers when the old send the young to die.
Yesterday I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and looked into my
wife’s eyes and asked her to explain why me and why now.
She had no answers because there are none but she told me to remember that I
will have many tomorrows where others only have yesterdays from a past that is no more.
© Senex Magister
A yesterday can never be forgotten though
it maybe shrouded in the mist of time and space.
Memories are spiritual dreams that can speak
to us a reality that no veil can conceal from our mind.
Yesterday I met a friend in class and who would ever know that
forty two years and beyond we still knew what a friend really means.
Riding bikes, Chevrolets, Movies and Drive – In cruising we shared.
Innocence born of ignorance haunted us then and it can still delude the mind.
Yesterday I kissed the sweetest lips and realized that my innocence
had come to lift me into a realm that I never knew or believed could be.
Where was the oracle to enlighten my psyche of everything to come and
to prepare me for the joys as well as the heart aches to come.
Yesterday my mother told me not to play with guns because whether
it may be a toy or something more lethal – it will only leave the image of death.
Then Uncle Sam came and told Joey down the street it was time to
answer freedom’s call while I studied Latin in the hallowed halls of academia.
Yesterday my mother called to say that Joey died in place called Khe Sanh.
I wept for a friend not just for his death but a government that allowed
him to die and me to live. Where is the nobility when such injustice reigns?
Still to this day I look for answers when the old send the young to die.
Yesterday I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and looked into my
wife’s eyes and asked her to explain why me and why now.
She had no answers because there are none but she told me to remember that I
will have many tomorrows where others only have yesterdays from a past that is no more.
© Senex Magister
INHUMANITAS OMNI AETATE MOLESTA EST.
INHUMANITY IS HARMFUL IN EVERY AGE.
Cicero is long dead and some would label him as conservative as GW but the difference resting in intellect and the widsom to understand the purpose of government. We were all innocent in our youths and believed our country incapable of wrong. We live in an egalitarian democracy but could you honestly tell your child that every citizen has equal access to the legal, political, and economic institutions of this nation? If your answer is no which, I am sure, it must be then the unending question of any child should follow - Why.
It is past time to bring this war to an end and live as brothers
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