Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Eighty Years Undone

I was not alive in 1910
  yet things were pretty good

No sleepless nights or stomach aches
  always understood

In the quiet calm a promise lay
  a portent yet to come

And born I was despite myself
 —now eighty years undone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 1991)

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Lyric Man June 30, 2018 at 6:26 AM Hi Kurt.. So glad I had the opportunity to read your interesting poem this morning. I'm heading home from a road gig today and won't have this chance again for a while. Happy Weekend!