Oh. Yeah.

I am supposed to post here, I guess.  What's the point of having a blog if you don't post to it, right?  Anyway, I did want to put up some more of my poetry, which was the whole point of the blog in the first place, so I should get busy. 


Time is of the essense
   of what?
What time is the right time
  for anything now?
It comes, it changes, it goes
Everything was just fine then
  at least what we remember
     of the good parts
Nothing is ever as good
  as it was back then
  when we had so many
      tomorrows

I'm not really sure what I feel about this one.  It seems a little maudlin on the surface, but it does capture the feeling I had at the time.  I was sitting in the student commons, looking at the young people there.  I do that at times, and it brings up some weird stuff.  I'm older then they are, (56) and I've been where many of them want to go.  Some of those places I've been were nice, many weren't.  The main thing is that NONE of them were what I expected them to be. 

Being older than most of the people around you brings a blessing and a curse.  The blessing is that you now know how to handle a lot of those situations that they are heading toward, and the curse is that you can't go back and do that.  We are all on our own path, and that path does contain some rocks and brambles.  I did a poem about that too.  I guess I should post it as well.  I'll go find it.