Hope Above All

 

Always thought it took a long time to become an old man. Nope.

The masses will live on crumbs and cheer on the elite as long as hope remains in the mix. Once greed takes the crumbs off the table, say "hello" to Mr. Revolution. Are we there? How would I know?

These are the darkest days that I can remember. The assassinations of the Kennedys and Dr. King are the only memories that hold a blown-out candle to the events on the evening news. Still, hope remains the star in my show. 

On my little scorecard, love still dukes it out with the dark side. I'm gonna have to love a little harder.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Is This The End?

As I sadly watch a minority navigate history, I have to ask myself if, maybe, this is the end. For humanity anyway. The concept of anti-science intrigues me. I mean I'm against gravity, what it does to my jowls and pecs daily. Ignoring it, denying it, doesn't vanquish it. 

For so long I fretted and worried about the end of rock'n'roll. When the end came, it came with a whimper. Nothing lasts forever.

Now, I cut the cord to cable so that I don't sit and watch California burn and Europe wash away during most of my waking hours while idiots in suits and ties strut around D.C. 

For now, I'm alive and I'm also witness to the majesty of love and nature every day. With memories behind me I watch miracles and magic unfold and remind myself of just how lucky I have been to have lived and loved in this world.