With no past, no future, only the present,
Only his screams for food and change of diapers,
Only the now.
They named him Harold,
As good a man’s name as any.
And, hopefully, he’ll grow forward
Into a decent man’s past
With a good man’s epitaph.
No ghost of Marley on this boy’s door.
S.A. Bort / 3 December 2014