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

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