Yesterday is written down
Kept for posterity
From Today
True is tarnished
Its ink corroded
A metallic presentation of a past
Controlled records hide fact
With convenient truth
The RAM is corrupted
And the memory is lost
Degraded…
Tomorrow is…
Of that there may be doubt
Oh!, the Crows argue its significance
yet fly from its certainty
for tomorrow is a matter of debate
future lacks substance
unless televised in advance
Time’s arrow diverted and dispelled
As matter dissolves
into tomorrow
and ends
Full Stop…
One thing I have learned – and as always it’s lots of things encapsulated in one event – is that Fathers Day is… well, it just is! You just can’t win on Fathers Day. Your child will grudgingly present you with a card and gift – after all, it ain’t your birthday. Your Good Lady will pay lip service (without using her lips) to the concept of a Fathers Day while expecting a significantly more direct response to Mothers day. So Dad’s – that’s how the world is – get used to it 😉