I never imagined the present future back when I was a kid
Suppose that I did?
How could I possibly count all the blessings that rose to the surface?
For I found love, security and purpose
Beyond all my hopes and dreams
A kid from Indianapolis, born with middle class values and means
As I approach 50 springs
I also can’t imagine myself being nine
1985 seems like such a distant time
Even the present sometimes seems hard to understand
The hours and days fly by so fast, its more difficult to plan
Or imagine what the next future presents will be
Like annual rings, recorded beneath the bark of a tree
So I’m writing down all my stories to help the future remember me




