Yet
It’s all lined up
You are here, you are ready
Three-hundred years, plus fifty-something
All the injustice,
War,
Blood,
Death,
All stained in the pretty walls
The walls that we were given
We were given
We fought, we were given
We lost, we were given
We won, we were given
Then came the fifty-something, my old man
A Georgia farm boy, youngest of eleven
Farm boy to Army doctor
Back-up, undergrad
Morehouse College
Incredibly studious party animal
Partier, meets elegant young Spelmanite
Nice young lady from Michigan
Busy, married
Busy, one son
Busy, two sons
Who are you son one? I am me
Named, I am me
Me then, me now
Me Always
Everywhere
Morehouse College
You are here, you are ready
It’s all lined up
Summertime
Pre-freshman
Free hostage under R.A’s
Focused wanderer
Excitedly stressed
Exotically bland
Introverted extrovert
Extroverted introvert
Wandering focused young man
Success
Failure
Success…