{"id":396,"date":"2012-04-27T13:22:20","date_gmt":"2012-04-27T13:22:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=396"},"modified":"2012-04-27T13:22:20","modified_gmt":"2012-04-27T13:22:20","slug":"archives-91","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=396","title":{"rendered":"Archives &#8217;91"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_left\"><div class=\"fcbkbttn_button\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/facebook-button-plugin\/images\/standard-facebook-ico.png\" alt=\"Fb-Button\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div><div class=\"fcbkbttn_like \"><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=396\" action=\"like\" colorscheme=\"light\" layout=\"standard\"  width=\"225px\" size=\"small\"><\/fb:like><\/div><\/div><p><em><strong>I still haven&#8217;t gotten the muse<\/strong> to write anything new. Perhaps the well has gone dry. In any event, here&#8217;s another from my archives. This poem is an homage of sorts to Jacques Brel and is what a few of my dear friends would call a &#8220;slit your wrists&#8221; poem. It&#8217;s a bit sad but I like it, so here it is. Stash<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>Henri The Elder &#8217;91<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Henri, the elder, sat in the park<br \/>\nHe did this on a daily basis.<br \/>\nHe remained there until the dark&#8230;<br \/>\nTaking his rest and observing faces.<\/p>\n<p>So old but once very young&#8230;<br \/>\nFull of vigor and youthful ideals.<br \/>\nNow he sought only the warmth of the sun,<br \/>\nExisting from meal to solitary meal.<\/p>\n<p>Each morning Henri sat upon his bench,<br \/>\nTossing crumbs to his pigeon friends.<br \/>\nEven in a cloud burst\u2019s drench,<br \/>\nHe\u2019d remain quietly until day\u2019s end.<\/p>\n<p>What Henri enjoyed most of all<br \/>\nWas to be amongst the children.<br \/>\nFull of future, so very small&#8230;<br \/>\nFatigue never seemed to still them.<\/p>\n<p>Recollections of the past returned<br \/>\nAs he observed them at their play.<br \/>\nIt was for his youth that Henri yearned<br \/>\nAnd the happy times that did not stay.<\/p>\n<p>It was a glorious time of life and love.<br \/>\nA time that, sadly, could not last.<br \/>\nSummer days with no clouds above&#8230;<br \/>\nThese were the reflections of his past.<\/p>\n<p>As a youth, there was no tomorrow.<br \/>\nPassion and energy surrounded him always.<br \/>\nThere was never a glimmer of sorrow.<br \/>\nNever the long, dark lonesome hallways.<\/p>\n<p>Henri\u2019s days then were bright and sunny.<br \/>\nThe nights were luscious and warm.<br \/>\nLife\u2019s desserts were as sweet as honey&#8230;<br \/>\nLove was his umbrella to the storm.<\/p>\n<p>But the years quickly drifted by.<br \/>\nHenri realized that he had grown old.<br \/>\nHis good friends had, in turn, died.<br \/>\nNearly all of his stories had been told.<\/p>\n<p>One day soon, there will come a time<br \/>\nWhen Henri\u2019s bench will be untended.<br \/>\nSadly, no one will observe the sign<br \/>\nAnnouncing that Henri\u2019s stay had ended.<\/p>\n<p>The children will still gather to play<br \/>\nAnd the hungry pigeons will continue to come .<br \/>\nTomorrow will be another sunny day&#8230;<br \/>\nHenri\u2019s brief stay will have been done.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stash<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I still haven&#8217;t gotten the muse to write anything new. Perhaps the well has gone dry. In any event, here&#8217;s another from my archives. This poem is an homage of sorts to Jacques Brel and is what a few of &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=396\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=396"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":402,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions\/402"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}