Silence

my father told me once life, my boy, is give and take —never forget! and he was still promptly my teenage mind set to work and i reasoned: what mean philosophy to give and to expect in return. what about philanthropy? is charity dead? what will Socrates think? clearly the old man’s logic was flawed. . . thirty years later here i stand in the churchyard, a grown man having scaled the slippery wall of life and met with many a fall my unclean feet paused here at last beside a grave i’ve seen before to right a wrong i did in the past just that and nothing more just that and nothing more