Verse for the Worse?
Tonight I took a trip down memory lane. Many years ago, my father gave me a black briefcase that I assigned the special role of Custodian of Priceless Artifacts. Over the years, it served as my treasure chest of special notes, letters and other odds and ends. It's a bizarre time capsule that holds little artifacts from my childhood through to my twenties. I'd stopped adding things to that briefcase years ago and it's been a few years since I'd last delved into it for an indulgent trip back in time. It was so nice to revisit earlier eras of my life and it gave me some perspective about the life I lead today. I may at times feel disgruntled about the present, but when I look back at my earlier years of innocence, insecurity, indecisiveness ...and restlessness (okay, I still possess that) I'm made to realize that things are actually pretty fine. Being young has many advantages, but being older, wiser and more established can be pretty darn good too. Maybe even better.
Anyway, one of the things I rediscovered in my little black briefcase was an envelope stuffed with a bunch of poems I'd written in my late teens/early twenties. My creative contribution to this blog posting will be one of these poems. Here it is: