When I'm eighty I'm not going to remember how to factor a fifth degree polynomial.
Heck I probably won't even remember it next year like I'm supposed to. Sorry Mr. Rainer.
What I will remember is how much pain and frustration and tears math caused me but how I've escaped it now.
When I'm eighty I'm not going to remember the stupid fights I've had with my friends.
Marvel versus DC, for example. It's DC. But let's not start something.
What I will remember is pineapples, fairies on clocks, hair that smells like apples, and cookies at midnight.
When I'm eighty I'm not going to remember all the times I went to school and people asked me if I was ok and I wasn't.
Even though I said I was. I knew they didn't believe me.
What I will remember is the hugs they gave me and how they always stuck by my side, even when I pushed them away.
When I'm eighty I'm not going to remember every compliment I've received.
They're all important to me but they don't stick that long.
What I will remember is the hurtful words that were deflected by other positive ones.
When I'm eighty I'm not going to remember every conversation he and I had.
Not about chairs, and standing and sitting.
What I will remember is the pain I went through when he left but how it brought me to the place I am in now, a place with a little more confidence.
When I'm eighty I'm not going to remember every little thing I've been anxious about.
Who caused some of it? Maybe.
What I will remember is the older girls who became my mentors that took some of the pressure off by showing me they went through it too.
When I'm eighty I'm not going to remember writing this poem.
What I will remember is how much I loved to write and the impact it left on my life and the life of others.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Sometimes I Write Poetry
Thơ caThis is just a collection of poems I've written about life and fantasy and emotion.
