Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Read this poem, my last entry.

1. Please read this poem, and be careful to read it one line at a time.

Lost Generation

I realize this may be a shock but
'Happiness comes from within'
is a lie, and
'Money will make me happy'
So in thirty 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
is more important than
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
Thirty 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.

2. Now read each line, starting from the last line to the first line (reverse it). Did you like that? I loved it, and it reinforced, for me, all the thousands of wonderful things we can teach our children as teachers, mothers, fathers, role models.

This was a poem we read in class tonight and I wanted to share it in a blog post. Actually, I want it to be my last blog post. I hardly ever blog, and hardly anyone even reads it, but still I want closure. I just said I hardly blog and this is true, but it's one other "thing" I've always got in back of my head to do. I'm seriously enjoying life right now, and I think it's because I'm truly trying to simplify. Calling it quits on the blog is one way to "tie up" this loose end-- this project I wished I could have done more with. I've met some really awesome people through blogging, and even seen sides of friends and family that I never knew about. I wonder if it's cheating to keep peeking at other people's blogs when you've quit your own? Maybe so. But I've got to pack up all these little unfinished projects and focus on my family, these pesky assignments for school, old friends, and good times.

Wish you all the best. Love, C.

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