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I walked along Morningside Heights to the place where the road ended.  I was on my way home from The Free School* which my children attend on my way to my apartment on West 121St. where our apartment courtesy of Teachers College was.  It was late afternoon in Spring and I was feeling blue but that is another story Just as  I was about to turn West I saw on the sidewalk a bunch of household trash seeming remnants of a move.  I looked closer and saw three framed degrees from long ago The last was a doctoral degree.  It was then I realized that it probably belonged to some old Columbia professor who had died- out living anyone who cared.  Sad but New York Is full of sadness and the ambitions of a life are realized and expire and there is no one to know what was achieved now worthless to all who come after.  Life is like a war with so many unknown soldiers who's glory if any was never here, never here forever But I suppose we all secretly know We live lives as mysterious strangers Known in this world known but to God *Children's Free School A parent Coop back in the 70s
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Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 4:30 PM UTC
An Unknown Professor
I walked along Morningside Heights to the place where the road ended.  I was on my way home from The Free School* which my children attend on my way to my apartment on West 121St. where our apartment courtesy of Teachers College was.  It was late afternoon in Spring and I was feeling blue but that is another story Just as  I was about to turn West I saw on the sidewalk a bunch of household trash seeming remnants of a move.  I looked closer and saw three framed degrees from long ago The last was a doctoral degree.  It was then I realized that it probably belonged to some old Columbia professor who had died- out living anyone who cared.  Sad but New York Is full of sadness and the ambitions of a life are realized and expire and there is no one to know what was achieved now worthless to all who come after.  Life is like a war with so many unknown soldiers who's glory if any was never here, never here forever But I suppose we all secretly know We live lives as mysterious strangers Known in this world known but to God *Children's Free School A parent Coop back in the 70s
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Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 4:30 PM UTC
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