And what if I promise not to close my eyes Until I come up with something wise That will last throughout the ages? And what if the words refuse to dance Until I’m willing to take a chance To spill my soul onto these pages?
And if I wake before I die I’ll ask that God show me a sky Blazing as angels sing around me. At day’s end all that I can ask Is to once more be up to the task And let not my foolishness confound me.
There! Fourteen lines that might survive As proof that I was once alive.
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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