Gershon Wolf Poet Epitaph

Toot the Horn

When a baby's born, we toot the horn
   When from this Earth we pass, we play taps

In between, horns herald Kings and Queens
   The onset of war, an ambulance or fire machine

Yet the grandest event at which trumpets sounded
   A historical nonpareil, which once majestically resounded  

Lies in tatters today -- abashed -- ashamed and ridiculed
   The Ten Commandments trivia questions, their genius overruled

Shouts of 'Liberty!' 'Equality!' 'Technology!' blasts of dystrophy and death
   Unbridled Anarchy blares her grim tidings ~ Divine Providence's last breaths

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 9, 2018 at 8:03 AM And I thought I was dark. ;) hugs my dear poet friend <3 xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 9, 2018 at 11:47 AM Tu est tout un hoot mon ami <3 voot voot! Gershon Wolf August 9, 2018 at 11:03 AM Yup, me too: Freckled and speckled ... Tee-hee... Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 9, 2018 at 9:29 AM Lol! Ah, I'm a fair and freckled myself. ;p Gershon Wolf August 9, 2018 at 9:27 AM Actually, I am rather fair-skinned myself ... :)

Sand Blown August 9, 2018 at 1:06 AM this is a/the '___imistic' perspective... right? Gershon Wolf August 9, 2018 at 9:27 AM I think the word is something like "realamistic." ... Thanks for checking this one out! Much appreciated. ~ gw