Chronicles Of The Past If one could tell, One could avoid. If one could anticipate, One could prepare. Vulnerability is our image, Almost inexistent as far as tomorrow. Knowledge we quest, in prolonged strife to understand. What if I had done? Queries the mind within, An answer only result can make. The lid therefore seals one idea, How can we be so progressive thence? For everything is in anticipation of, A thing, a time, a place. I thought I knew once, Yet every time I know, I don't, Thus firmly I realize my course, Desperate to see before I know. Ah! If one could tell.
Edmond A. Arrey