Centennial Milestone

Born January eighth, nineteen thirteen No champagne, no birthday cake No celebration or even a banner Only memories of a party That might have been January eighth, two thousand thirteen Taken too soon You would have reached a hundred What your eyes have seen All the progress you witnessed For better or for worse A century ago Impossible for us To even imagine How times were different then With so few fancy cars Different priorities And preoccupations A different era A different world Happy hundredth to you Cheers. Love you. Rest in peace We’ve tried to move on without you For better or for worse Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020 AP: 3rd place 2020 Submitted on February 4, 2018