A Long Lost Poem

October 7, 2023

I found a box with treasures.

Do you have one?

One of those boxes that has the story of your Life in it?

Or things that have meaning that no one else may think is important?

I found a poem that I wrote when I was in grade twelve. Which to save you doing the math, that’s thirty-seven years ago.

Gulp.

It made the yearbook, back in the day.

I had forgotten about it.

I thought I would share it.

Doors

I try going backward in time

Sometimes.

Walking down the Hallway of Memories

Is a peaceful time. Trying to once again

Touch

All the occurrences in my mind;

To feel the happiness and good times

Again

Would be a wonderful moment.

I try to open the doors of the

Past

But they are locked with only a window to peer through

And Remember.

I continue walking down the hallway

Looking in and viewing the

Good times

With my friends. There are the

Bad times too.

Defeat and pain are also a part of the

Past.

But the drive to do my absolute

Best has pushed me onward. The

Frustration deepens as door after door is

Locked.

I come to one last door. The door has

No window with which to look but the

Handle turns easily.

At last I have found the

Unknown Future.

Opening the door reveals a

Blank room with the means necessary to paint a

Beautiful scene.

Closing the door I enter

My future.

And continue to Strive to Excel.

I recall the theme of Grad 86 was Strive to Excel.

With thirty-seven years of wisdom at my fingertips now, I would change the poem to say that I would continue to grow my mind, re-discover my creativity and soften my heart.

I know that striving to excel all the time can lead to burn-out. Who needs that?

I would say I would just be, instead of doing all the time.

I would say that sometimes the blank room can get chaotic and sometimes the colours don’t always match.

I would say to just carry on.

Carry on.