Let us spare ourselves a friendly word
For the finest things that ne'er occurred
For the war and rhyme and infidelity
We dreamt but that weren't meant to be.
To the stories passionately told
Of Cleopatra in her gown of gold,
And dancing girls whose eyes are bold,
Leering at the soft and old.
To important drunkards and their tales
Of success in which the whole world fails
A toast to each, and for each a round
And a turned ear out for every sound.
To fishes caught, the size of manses,
To exotic women and their dances
To daring do done without fear-
Heroic feats I see from here.
I raise my glass and bow my head
To heroic, happy quick and dead
The tree of patriots who fled,
Fertilized with blood unshed
For in our faith and our delusions
We're martyrs made without contusions
The tree of liberty was sappened
With history that never happened.
As one, we'll revel in the pasts
That one day will come true, at last.
The most compelling that make most sense
Are told with nostalgia in future tense.
-Thos. Jefferson
HISTORICAL, adj. Of or pertaining to remembered expectations.