Better Late Than Never

I arrived sopping wet and a little late

in the game. All the oceans and land

masses had already been named. I

thank God anyway that my people

took part in winning the last world

war. And heredity and biology be

praised that mom and dad got together

when they did or my appearance would

have either been further delayed or not

have taken place at all. Good fortune and

bad, I suppose. Given the way things have

evolved in my case, those issue remain

topics for debate. Late though—I have

never been praised as one who arrived

before my time. I must say, It is the

common folk with which I can relate. Ah,

but had I been born earlier as king in a

nation where royalty rules, I may have

been seated on a throne of emeralds and

gold rather than this wobbly wooden stool.

And now, for what it’s worth, I’m committed

to accept what I’ve got…splinters and all.

I did get here, however, in time to see

mankind’s first landing on the moon.

And to be honest with you, I need to admit,

I didn’t have a damn thing to do with that.

Chris Hanch 6-27-18