What I have learned about history
is that incrementally and methodically,
I have changed every day markedly.
They stopped admiring my growth
over time as I inescapably grew old
and gray. No one expects to see
you persist after a certain age.
I have learned that it takes a hell
of a lot to grow old. Why, back in
the day, I had my way. But over time
biology and history have caught up
with me.
And we who have survived the ravages
of our allotted time are destined to pay.
So many others younger than I have
long since passed away. In life, I never
did manage to break into the literary
annals of history. Now, I’ve got yester-
year besetting muscle and bone, as a
rutted chronicle of time lines my dried
and leathery skin.
Might as well incinerate me when I’m
gone. Ashes scattered over land and
sea have a venerable, tried and true,
time-tested history as well.
Why hellfire, ashes to dust from 25,000
B.C.E. still exist. And so it shall be inevitably
with the history of me.
-30-
Chris Hanch 3-17-2023
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