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His Best Days

                                                                  

 

Precisely when he realized that his best days were behind him,

He couldn't determine,

Though he did harbor one sinking inkling of a suspicion:

 

Perhaps it was at the very moment of his misconception

Or, if not, when he emerged hanging from stillbirth's gallows,

An umbilical-cord noose drawn around his fetal neck.

 

Either way, his best days never had a given-up ghost of a chance

To redeem themselves from fate's machinations;

They never even had a last-say say-so in the matter.

 

And what if he had been consulted about his violated right to life?

What might he have contributed ethically, theologically, politically,

That could have shifted the balance of history, in existence's favor?

 

That the very best of his best days were inordinately short-lived

Turned out to be the greatest blessing of all.

He never experienced the disillusionment of his own inconsequence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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