I set this poem my father wrote in 2004. I then did a reset using old phone messages I had gotten from my uncle (my father’s brother-in-law). Below is the poem. Above it the video.
Old Man Dreaming on
The benefit of all this time
Is deep knowledge, deep experiance,
which presents but does not solve
The grim puzzles. I have become
Astute, I can predict a rise
Or a fall, I have no use for chance,
Though I can cheerfully evolve
From worse to better, no matter
The objective fudge. I control
Former as strickly as latter.
Therefore, I thrive on puzzles,
console Fellow sojourners,
make them friends.
Together we are simply wise,
Beyond puzzles, and so, in trust,
In this seesaw world, sustained as friends,
Together we avoid stupid Catastrophic,
blind paradox, Hopeless error,
loss of nested Money, loss of first love,
of all Humane instinct.
We survive hard knocks,
And rise to heaven, soul on soul.
Howard Levant 2004
Moira Levant © October 14 2018