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| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/4/2001 3:33:19 PM 10/14/2006 10:22:40 PM | 746 |
Crafting Souls:
The university stands tall,
It's grand halls filled with memories in waiting,
Yet to be born,
Yet to be shared,
Like some golden halo of ideas,
A place I never went into via a straight path,
Instead I learned late,
After much erosion of the soul,
I found my way somehow,
Blindly looking in,
Stumbling through dark obstacles left from younger days,
The pictures of youth in tradition I see all around me,
Determined to capture the best of what remains,
Learning, loving, longing,
Wishing for a chance to choose in life,
Rather than play the marionette so common these days,
Choosing my efforts and my fortune,
Rather than being chosen by chance and need,
By desperation's thoughtless rushing hand,
Giving the gift of my life to my world somehow with meaning,
Embracing forethought and care and passion,
And as I stand on those blue shores in that place of learning,
Watching the soft ripples of water dance with light,
Under a blue summer sky,
I wriggle like a worm on the hook,
Trying to decide my own fate,
And yet what called me young called too softly,
And each step further from that voice,
Each moment a tiny erosion of my soul,
And those memories of grand dreams lie further in waiting,
Slowly, slowly the dust falls,
Dollar by obligation it piles on top of my heart,
Carrying my youthful heart away with the fall tides,
I admonish those young I love,
Hear the call,
Heed the bells,
The time is now before life has it's awful way with you.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/04/2001
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
Reflections on the costs of immature choices,
Of not working towards my dreams and only
playing with them at an age when they were within
easy grasp. The young no so little how valuable youth
is, and see only the road traveled with any clarity. I know,
I'm almost past young. And well past easy changes of course.
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| Leigh | leigh@leighscorner.com | http://leighscorner.com/ | 8/5/2001 10:38:29 PM |
| Dan, this is extremely profound, and so very true. Unlike you, I am already past young, and implore my children to see and do what you have so aptly described here. I believe it to be vitally important, and never want them to look back with regret at what was before them and allowed to pass unnoticed. Excellent work, Dan! Leigh | |||
| Sharon Wilshire | sewilshire@cox.net | 9/6/2001 9:30:02 AM | |
| Daniel, This is another one of your outstanding poems. The expressions are superb. Truly a poem to be featured ... Congratulations Sharon | |||