Some Days

 

Some days are accountable,

meant to make a difference;

some days fall of the ledge

of time and no one knows.

Will it matter if the rent

was paid late one day after

you’re gone? Is one wave

in the ocean wasted?

Does one discordant note

compose a song? Life is

a riddle to be answered

over and over again. Who

is right, who is wrong?

Is history bound to be

repeated by those who

know it or those who

don’t? Did learning

that touching a hot

stove prevents anyone

from getting burned?

Did the Battle of Hastings

in 1066 prevent all wars

which were to follow?

Then why did the nuns

who drummed it into

the skulls of 8^th graders

bother to require it on

the final exam? It is in

mankind’s nature to

repeat the sacred or the

profane to our collective

loss or gain. Some will

choose to say “Screw it,”

and either live off the grid

or do absolutely nothing.

It is my opinion that

the future for our Mankind

Saga of indifference and

complacency will not bode

well for us all.

The wolf is hungry;

winter is coming.

               -30-

Chris Hanch 6-7-2022