So I cheated a bit this week, but this piece was so perfect for the theme, I couldn’t resist. This is a poem I wrote years ago, and my mom liked it so much, she had me frame it for her. Short, unrhymed poetry seems to be the most popular now, and I often find myself resisting the urge to rhyme.
As for why I chose this photo–well, it’s mine (I avoid stock photography like I avoid sweet potatoes), I already had it in my queue, and it sort of symbolizes the light at the end of the tunnel of one’s life (just ignore the brick wall). It was taken at Ft. Pickens on a family excursion to the beach.
Life in 10 Lines
After childhood comes adolescence,
along with feelings of uncertainty about who we are.
Adulthood follows, when we discover who we really are.
Then middle age creeps upon us,
when we begin to look back at who we were,
and despise ourselves for it.
Old age sets in not too long after,
and we revert back to childhood.
And for those who had no childhood,
there is no going back.