I don’t recall which day it was of the thousands I have lived when I realized that nothing lasts and what a shame it was that perfection is for just a moment before the downward slope begins.
I don’t know when that moment was when the world was mine and you were mine and all would last tomorrow and tomorrow and I was at my height
for just a moment, then it passed unrealized ‘till looking back that nothing lasts forever
The sun is lower now the days numbered, the shadows darker as options fade to become commands; no longer so distant the flashing red above the exit door.
“All your problems can be solved it you will just give up the ghost! Your arms are sagging flesh teeth in a glass Can fantasies still stir the root cellar? Don’t you hear the dulcet tones of Gabriel’s trumpet?”
No. I will not go gentle through the portal into that good night. I will warm my face in the September sun, smiling while searching the memories of all my days for that moment when all was perfect.
I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004.
We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world.
I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday.
I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics.