Olden Days

Back in the olden days my age of once upon a time with relatives and strangers filled the radio episodes of Silver and the Lone Ranger where The Shadow crept in Inner Sanctum threats and tv intros to Howdy Doody and Uncle Milty timed guests; I lived in innocence and well-protected immunities of grammar school and study time too quickly passing grandmothers and parents meant to be forever lasting with fathers who came in and out of our lives living returned eventually without forgiveness or misgivings; I could go back and try with fondness to recall within this aged mind and all its fading memories having lived now, three-quarters of the twentieth century and condemned to wonder and to wander still along with the cutdown forests and cemeteries on the hill; I would return in 2021 and do it all again with just a tweak, a twist, a turn of history's pen bring peace and trust and leadership to all women and men but time is never erased nor easily displaced what's done is done as the unknown future comes. 12/6/20