Not So Ancient History

Going from--toward; it is the history of every one of us. - Thoreau

At night in my bed.

With a dunce cap perched atop my head.

The day has grown old.

It's dark and cold.

The winds of life gather outside my window like a white board.

Calling my name.

A history class being held in my mind.

I don't know the answers.

Until the dawn stretches and sighs.

Then I'm certain.

Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is here.

Past participle and future tense.

Not so ancient history.

No longer a mystery.

So much I've missed.

Class dismissed ...

Author's Note

"There is always some accident in the best things, whether thoughts or expressions or deeds. The memorable thought, the happy expression, the admirable deed are only partly ours." - Thoreau