Three Poems: Seventy

Seventy
By Wyatt H. Heard

[Wyatt H. Heard was a State District Judge in Houston for 21 years. Since 1991, as a lawyer, he has been doing mediations and arbitrations. He lives in Albuquerque.]

After seven decades
Once again ushered into
campus life
Where the trumpet of
trade begins to be dimmed,
The sound of art intrudes
into the crossroads of
civilization
and stands against
the ravages of time
proclaiming the fearless 
truth.

Truth words do not 
perish but on waves
of sound fly abroad.
Why is it in youth
we are so sure about life,
only to awake in
the late decades
hearing the vibrations
of ambiguity which threaten
us in youth.

But in elder age uncertainty
feels like
comfortable old shoes.
Maybe it is as
one sage declared,
"Certainty is the sin
of bigots, terrorists, and Pharisees.
Compassion makes me
think I may be wrong." 

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