My mom gave me a huge box the other day which had a lot of old stuff of mine and at the very bottom I found a green school folder fat with poetry I wrote in High School. It’s a treasure trove. I’m going to post a few on here for you lovely readers with as little editing as possible. This is the first. I must have been around 17 when I wrote this.

Some say life is what you make of it, but

I would mine had wings.

Others say you can do anything

Try harder at those things.

But my vision never sings.

Often I wonder just where I will be

In fifteen years time (Buddy, I wish I could tell you – authors’ note)

I find myself wishing my dreams would come true

Then everything would be fine.

If Destiny were mine.

Sometimes I dream of a perfect white cloud

Floating above my head.

That cloud never ages—the cloud never changes.

That cloud neither dies nor is dead.

I lie asleep in my bed.

Life is bewildering—I am so lost— (keep going, little buddy! You’ll figure it out! -authors’ note)

Lost in the chaos of now.

Destiny taunts me with dreams unfulfilled.

Without simply showing me how.

I wipe the sweat from my brow.