He yelled at God!…I heard him do it.

 

                                                                                      

   

https://vimeo.com/936859346?share=copy He yelled at God!  I heard him! I heard him do it! What do you mean? I can’t hear him. Oh must’ve been sleeping. I did hear him. He yelled at God! …I heard him do it.   Let me explain something to you What was all about Here’s the case: Two children One six, one eight A shining sky above them of royalty spawned  They loved their mom their daddy, their king  Each morning they awakened more blissful than days before This joyous family of four Every day they found only laughter in store  Of four, then three, two, one All had gone now All new roads to trod  far moved, their separate ways Three live, now on An abode with strangers remain Where they once did play is vacant So empty of love where they once did play   Well, I was still dreaming and after I woke on a gray April day It became another morning what seemed to be an endless, forever appearing for merchants Unable to recap what struggled before them Promises never kept Only prayers to say Only searching for a higher power then pondering the likes If only it might come his way Then as a reminder meer but remembered it came from within Time to rest during the grace of sleep Doubtful… Would God ever yell back?   Some forty years ago, or I believe it was then, if memory permits me to recall, I wrote a playn  I called my play: “Too Late for Dreams” The play was about many  others who might have been like me, Going through life posted in weakened position  Revealing itself   A Dad (like me)  A Mom (like she)  Two girls (not nearly as stable as mine)  Their day by day life  better than fine.  What they all were  What they might become not yet determined by society. He yelled, early on: “When is it over? Too Late for Dreams?”

It was written by me, Harvey Kalmenson, in April 2024 on a gray day.   And some notes along the way: If you have “the want to do so”, you may be interested in what was transpired in the early 1980’s, especially 1983 to be more specific. The song “Flash-dance” was an Oscar winner. While it the song had nothing to do with my play, it nevertheless sets a theme, for the life this particular family expresses a longing to ultimately lead.  -da harv