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A hundred years have come and gone
 to what wonder and tragedies 
  have you belonged?

My father:
Born in the aftermath of a world at war
 danced to the flappings of the twenties roar,
a time when poverty and wealth wore torn in two
 when the future feared depression's loom;
just a young man filled with wide-eyed dreams in bloom
 where would steps move 
 in the prophetic ravings?
the Dust Bowl blackened clouds with farmers braving
 drowning anthems of a Star-Spangled banner still waving
 and the solo flight of history
 forever remains a mystery;
political isms rise in freedoms slow demise
 while Hollywood reviews the movies
 in truth and lies;
the end of an era welcomed in the shanty towns
 as Europe recovers with a parade of suicidal clowns;
 off to war drafting historic days of infamy
when bloody battles raged 
 as alliances filled the stage
 and at last, a momentary peace was cast;
with love and hope returned again, 
 life was never quite the same;
 distrust, cold war gloom 
 threatened the next generations bloom
a hated war embraced love freely, 
 killed in a plaza at Dealy
 perhaps too easily, we gave it all away
 as nuclear power paved the new day;
the power mongers rose, 
 wealthy and the greedy exposed
 life continued for the bold, 
 growing rebellious children in the fold
 with yet a newer fear to mold,
wars and change in the aftermath 
 for everyone who has lost their path;
 equality returned to the open stage, 
 the promise of an enlightened age
 but time is never stationary
and no one man is a visionary
 with walls torn down and freedom's cries
 history burns with false truths and lies;
drugs and saturated imaged shadows quickly return 
 to clouded hazy minds burned 
 in foggy dreams to be unlearned
and fallen heroes disappear and die
 close the century with disappointment
 and no magic panacea provided ointment
now at the turn of time 
 in the final last hurrah
 a battle rages yet no one with power speaks
 of the lesson taught, 
history must once again, 
 repeat.

Seen it all 
 my dear father
  the foolishness, the truth, and lie,  
  in which mankind lives and dies
 the messages by which the common man exists
is only the futures that we all resist.




A musing recollection on my father's 100 birthday. 8/19/19
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