Not So Ancient HistoryA Poem by PeteGoing from--toward; it is the history of every one of us. - ThoreauAt night in my bed. With a dunce cap perched atop my head. The day has grown old. It's dark and cold. The winds of life gather outside my window like a white board. Calling my name. A history class being held in my mind. I don't know the answers. Until the dawn stretches and sighs. Then I'm certain. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is here. Past participle and future tense. Not so ancient history. No longer a mystery. So much I've missed. Class dismissed ... © 2019 Pete
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Added on October 14, 2019 Last Updated on October 15, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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