In the Year 20-25
if man is still alive
if democracy can survive
they may find
In the year 20-26
Who will tell you the truth, or just lies?
Everything you’ll think, do, and say
Is posted on X today
In the year 20-27
are we living in a hell or heaven?
It may not matter what we do,
but in the end it all comes down to you
In the year 20-28
once again we choose our fate
maybe we’ll get a real choice
or once again just a lot of noise…
I try not to forget to make a stop by our local Police HQ where we have a September 11th memorial containing 2 girders and rubble from the WTC. Quiet reflection is useful, and I lived through this as a young father not far from several targets. My life wasn’t directly impacted that day, but the stories have made an impact. Today as I sat on a bench, my mind wasn’t quiet, and I wrote this short haiku.
I come from a family that was blessed (or is it cursed?) to be savers. So I’ve got writing all the way back to elementary school. Some of it’s not that bad. But some of it elicits involuntary cringing. I had a pretty good run of trying my hand at things through my first real job. A lot of short poetry, even a couple of song lyrics. (I tried writing one tune but it suffered from me also singing it. There’s a tape recording of it somewhere.)
I’ve been around enough writers to have heard that when the idea comes, it gets a hold and doesn’t let go easily. I don’t know that I’ve ever truly experienced that. The only solution is to keep trying.
