Just by living through the day
bearing witness to the light's play
The changing colours of the clime
now summer, now it is spring-time
making, making, I am making history
Counting the days, calories included
Having a meal, one too many
and a drink beyond the need to inebriate
Savouring regrets in glossy packages,
tiny and tempting
making, making, I am making history
A war happening somewhere
too distant and too 'foreign' for me to care
more than the news headlines blaring
Real humans with real lives, alas nameless,
being cast past the curtains of time
well before their part is played to the hilt
As I sip my peppermint tea at leisure
admiring the sunrise over Bondi beach
making, making, I am making history
The virus, the pandemic lurking still
The dead, the dying and the many sauntering unaware
Lost in the shallow space between the ears
Two years too many to care as I busy myself
making, making, I am making history
Minutes apace, days on the race
Dates changing years faster than
the grey clouds loitering the skies
As the history is filling her pages,
like an overworked bean-counter,
tired and sleepless for centuries,
toiling for the slave-driver that antiquity is
making, making, I am making history
How we are painted in the pages of posterity
matters more than how we perceive our present
An era, a generation, hordes of nameless faces
the most that have ever encumbered the groaning planet
History is who we all will become hence
making, making, I am making history
Faces framed, hung up high on the walls
have a reason veritable to smile-
they do not meet anyone in the eye.
The inimitable eyes on seven billion singular faces
that the history forgot to name in her pages
making, making, therefore I am
a story that is only mine.
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