While listening to talk radio–without realizing I was doing so, I assure you–I thought about the potential that a day comes when there is nothing to put in that “On this date in history…” segment. Foolish to think of such of course, as everything happens every day. That is the thought that began it. The thought that ended it was that somebody would need to write it down.
On this date in history time passed and rivers flowed
and people lived while others died
leaving people to laugh and people to cry
and deals were made and plans forgot
and late afternoon workers stared at late afternoon clocks
and folks were robbed and cops were called
because of weapons that were brandished
and the power flickered and anger was triggered
and someone went to meet
some friends down at the mall
Tests were failed while others were passed
games were played to win and loss
and countless victims were left to count countless costs
and many people ate meals
to the backdrop of the chaos
of hyperbole and cliche
On this date in history people gave their all
and were left with nothing to show for it
and children were abandoned
and repair-persons worked
on broke down things.
On this date in history
we all just tried to keep on
with the keepin’ on of the keepin’ on
an’ I ‘on’t care if it keeps ya up ’til dawn
sometimes it just ain’t nobody’s business;
that still don’t mean we don’t need a witness
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