The
Grand Canyon happened eons ago.
The
Mighty Mississippi preceded me
and
is guaranteed to continue flowing
long
after I’m gone.
I’ve
seen Greece and Italy up close, and
not
one day of history has changed.
I’ve
never taken first place in any event
you
may have recognized, never sang
Aïda
on the Metropolitan Opera Stage.
In
fact, I’ve been the sour note in every
chorus
of Happy Birthday I’ve attempted
to
sing.
I
kissed a monkey once and still I could
tell
it preferred over-ripe bananas as a
treat
instead.
In
my lifetime I have taken in more of
Earth’s
precious oxygen than likely I
have
rightly deserved.
I
have plodded along trails having left
every
stone of consequence unturned.
I’m
older and retired now and, my friends,
the
end zone is close at hand. I could have
used
a baseball metaphor instead, but I never
excelled
in that sport either.
I
am the guy who forgot the punch line to the
funniest
joke you may have never heard.
Remember,
the one where a priest, a rabbi and
a
Protestant minister walked into a bar…
(Perhaps
an Imam was with them too.)
Anyway,
you’ve got to see the Grand Canyon
should
you get the chance. It is amazing!
Chris
Hanch 9-28-18
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