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
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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