History Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

What once was …no longer exists
What could not be imagined …persists
The seconds and minutes of time
Flow into centuries of rhetoric and rhyme

What is taken for granted …is a luxury
Like the blossoms on a fruit tree
What was thought to be the best
Gradually blends in with all the rest

Recorded history preserves the gambit
It gives praise and merit or simply says damn it!
If there is anything that deserves recognition
It is the memo stating that existence is in transition

Now here’s the gist that can not be avoided
There is significance in the information provided
Within the notches of time it can be said
The future of the living is often scripted by the dead

To learn from the past gives light to the darkness
Enabling gardens of peace and beauty to replace starkness
Each and every act of compassion and humility
Adds volumes to the conformation of purpose and dignity

5/29/08