1947, the year of my birth. From
my current place in time, I look back
and realize I was born only 20-years
after 1927. When I was old enough
to have some concept of time those
20-years seemed to be in another
century, long ago historically. Now
nearing my 74th year I realize how
compressed time really is. The old
golden days of yore, the rotten days
of Depression and war were never
really that far away. From biplanes
in April to men on the moon in June.
Know what I’m saying. We are the
history we’re living through. Today
in a nutshell is only the day after it
all happen, historically speaking,
that is. A few years here and there
and Gutenberg and Hemingway,
Shakespeare and Attila the Hun may
have lived next Door.
Time and your fleeting ways, look
what you’ve done to me...You are
a bitch and a charlatan indeed.
On my best days you lie to me;
on my worst days, you have made
a believer out of me.
-30-
Chris Hanch 3-16-2021
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