Ode to a Lost Experience

I am a leaf in the lost wind
A warm soft rain of rustling dust.
To ditch was, in trying, how I sinned;
Yet jumping a ditch was not how I was bust.
A date, unknowingly by a man who could not make it
under the strain of not making it, became but a boy.

Lord knows the test I am taking. And I will take it.
He knows my faith, if not in Him, in getting through
the Impassable. the Impossible.
Lord knows that I am neither a man nor a boy.
Nor am I becoming a ‘one-syllable’.
I am a Teenager. Es verdad, yo soy
Una persona individual.

If I am different, may I remind you that so are you?
Different than those eyes around you,
Each man with his own size, shape, shoe.
Different than the face in the mirror of yesterday;
What does tomorrow’s reflection have to say?

If I am troubled, may I remind you that these are troubling times?
School infiltrated by cynics saying
we are on one side too rich,
on the other, needing every dime!













Without direction, my boat is floating. I attend
To the jib sheet, but the sail is wing-&-wing
For my relaxation I am on vacation. But in the end,

Will my life be worth anything?