I will be on leave all next week so this will be my last post until Christmas. The poem I leave you with is one I read at my school’s cultural evening (talent show for American readers) and one I promised myself to share on this blog as soon as I finished high school:
Parting words to Passing youth
Farewell I say
to the end of days
to blissful innocence
and rebellious adolescence.
For we are butterflies
and our soft cocoon
has opened us to the world.
Where the wind will pull us,
birds will try and consume us
and until we mature,
a resting place will forever elude us.
I still recall with some sad irony
how the school and the home
reigned like monarchs,
and reminisce with passive longing
how parties seemed to never cease,
love brought shots of joy and pain
and long weekends were like paradise.
How like fools we tested and experimented
with that loosening domestic lead
like amateur scientists with Uranium
and how we who knew so little
thought we knew so much.
Those were the days when the future
was but a line on the horizon
and family, career and degree
was on a bucket list for a later time.
For we lived for today.
We were bold.
We were alive.
We were – young.
And only the law,
and careful doses of reality
kept us mortal,
kept us sane.
From across that threshold to adulthood
were I came of age,
I stare back, perhaps wondering,
if that concluded stage
will let me be in its six act play once more.
But it has ended.
The ovation, the applause, the last hurrah
and the curtains have closed.
All I can do is turn around,
spread my wings,
With sweet memories of yesterday,
hanging by my side.