HISTORY
History is my story,
It did not happen while I slept
As others constant vigil kept.
For every great man and woman
Hundreds, even thousands surround them
Whose names may ne'er be known
Whom destiny on different paths had thrown,
But lacking even one,
The Great would not be great
So many the strands to each thread of Fate.
I consider teaching a subversive activity,
My children a bow that's strung.
My eldest teaches university,
As well as music to the young.
She teaches teachers
There is and will be tomorrow.
One day she'll return from the bleachers,
To plough a younger furrow.
We cannot leave statecraft
To those who hold state,
Deny our own duty until it's too late.
If everyone waits to be told what to do,
There'll be nothing but slaves
Before all is through.
All looking forward, each take a part
Our common history everyone's art.
©March 25, 2008, Albert K. Jungers, All Rights Reserved
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