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If you looked back on your life,

What would you remember?

The first bench ?

OR

The serenity of a river?

The VIP lounge?

OR

Walking into the unknown

The Corporate Powerplays ?

OR

The friends that you have !

Re-discover your life!

 
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"WAIT"

Will I keep the promises I’ve made to myself and others just as close that I’d be there for every big moment in their life?

Will I live the dream of knowing the answers to all the hundreds of questions that concern everything in my world?

Will I be some day, as great and unassuming as the people I idolize?

Will I ever become the person my parents want me to be?

Will I see the fullness of nature so closely?

Will I be able to apply and remember all that I’ve learned?

Will I travel the world and see all those faces that never fail to bring a smile on mine?

Will I give back all that I’ve taken?

We may lose and we may win, though we will never be here again.

 


 

"Lost Generation" (From the Internet)

 

Here is a poem from the Internet.  Read it and then read it again in reverse.

Lost Generation by Jonathan Reed

I am part of a lost generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within.”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy.”
So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
work
is more important than
family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.

And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it .

 
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On the banks

They sit and wonder,

Will the lady adorned in white really appear?

For this pain is tiring, despair unending.

 

 


 

Thought you had all the answers

For you were born before us

And will be the last to leave.

Thence, I come to you

With doubts and troubles

I will live with you for three years or more,

Walking beside you day after day

Breathing the air you breathe,

Eating the food you offer.

 

Answer my questions, will you?

 

 


 

 

 All come to you for peace and as surreal as it may seem,

They continually get more.

What is it that you offer them?

 

 


 

 

Man or beast

Criminal or lover

All of them, you treat the same.

Always giving, never taking.

Can one ever live like you?


 


 

The moon, set against the azure sky

Shines down on us: we prodigal son and daughter.

We walk along with the river, amidst the moon light while we mask our disbelief.

 

Yes, this is nature.

Larger than all of us

How, then are we so reckless?

 

 


 

And there we stood at the edge of the horizon

Beaming at the lucidity of the water in all its might,

Realizing at that moment that lives come as easy as they go,

Most turn back into dust,

With stones remaining untouched

These will experience the stories of tomorrow.

To futility I say hello.

Who is in control?

 



“You can learn a lot from a river; persistence and patience. In the beginning you go around an obstacle and over time you slowly break it down.”