I am very proud to introduce my newest guest blogger: Hiram Campbell.
A poem.
Going Forward- Backwards
As George said… “Too old too soon. Too smart too late.”
“The driven ambitions to conquer new worlds is content to watch re-runs of “Raymond.”
“The goal to have millions for retirement is fulfilled in counting pennies for bread,”
“The gregarious pushing to secure new friends is satisfied with a post card from home.”
“The fame and fortune that was grasped for in youth ends
with the figment of the imagination.”
“The gray mass that studied Greek, Hebrew, Latin and German in one term
faces a stupor in remembering the mate’s birthday.”
“The legs that stalked Clingman’s Dome
have tremors at two A.M. between the bed and the head.”
“The eyes that followed the beams of Paris’ nights
blink helplessly at the blurred puzzle’s page.”
“The fingers that felt the Stones of Henge fumble to pickup the pebbles in the road.”
“The voice that bellowed the oracles of old quiver a whisper to the napping cat.”
“The skill that carved art out of the artless nicks itself in cleaning the fingernails.”
“The stamina for all-night driving to expected visits poops out
before reaching Wal-Mart.”
“Yet- the older the reach, the more reality becomes real!”
-Mirah el macel