I am not a poet. I know it. I used to think I was a poet, back when I was in my naive teen years. I would write song lyrics and even some music at times. It was trite, cliche, and typically teen. I read it now and wonder who that person was that wrote it. And why I didn’t keep it up.
April is National Poetry month and I was challenged to put some unique like poetry on my blog so….I wrote this “poem” in honor of tomorrow. Some of you know what tomorrow is and what significance it has to me. Some of you don’t. Let’s just say…four years ago my life changed drastically. Unfortunately, it didn’t make me a better poet. Regardless, I am sharing this poem because I have no illusions that anyone cares enough to criticize it. Feel free to comment tho, it makes me feel like I am alive in the world.
Here it is…..
Four years
Four years can be a lifetime
Eyes bright open, seeing the wonder
Learning to live, to learn, to dream
Four years is a time to play.
Four years can be a lifetime
Friends, clubs, high school dances
What will you be, who will you know
Four years to find your way.
Four years can be a lifetime
Classes, crushes, running out of gas,
Walking for miles, living on loans,
Four years will do they say.
Four years can be a lifetime
Finding true love, moving out alone
Building a life, two become one
Four years never thinking to stray.
Four years can be a lifetime
Baby giggles, staying up late
Walking to everywhere, saving for more
Four years can make you pray
Four years can be a lifetime
Jobs, moves, learning to stretch
Learning to roll and to bend and to fold
Four years to count blessings, every day
Four years can be a lifetime
Leading, guiding, sharing the light
Hoping our sacrifice comes back to save
Four years can be a joyful foray
Four years can be a lifetime
Looking for answers to questions unasked
Feeling the void, the quiet, the still.
Wishing for just one year more
Four years can be too long to be brave.
By Beckie Cause I said so.
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I know what today is. Your poem is touching, creative, indicitive of times- past, passed, spent, lost, gained, wished for, now, and coming. All of the times are and will be part of you and you part of them. You are uniquely owner of and witness to them all. Peace, My child! I love you.
I will be thinking of you today. I found your poem to be sweet, sad, and honest. Thank you for sharing it.
CIsSW: this is a great post, and i’ve reposted…thx for sharing! RT