NINETEEN SIXTY SIX
Back in nineteen sixty six,I was never in a clique.
Nor was I considered cool
When I said.
Bird's came from dinosaurs,
I was treated as a fool.
Outrageous They said.
When I suggested,
Life came here to earth
On meteorites, was told
to go to bed.
Listen son, father said.
"There's no chance of a
White hole, They don't exist.
Its as though your head
Was full of mist and lead
Twelve years old consideration
Out the door,
That I may have a brain,
All my theory's treated lame.
At home, At school treated the same,
Fifty six years later theory's proved.
All my doubters passed away,
I wonder now what they would say.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-01-31 at 00:15
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