you’re my age now, I’m thinking
as I wait for the game to start
how we engrave these accomplishments
as if they might matter
thirty-five years hence
do you even know
your name is still on this board
and what does it mean
we hold these selves within us
from a time when such things made us strive
to be important to someone—
to ourselves?
I like, very much, that you tagged this with “perspective”
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I have to remind myself to get some 🙂
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do you even know
your name is still on this board
refreshing take, from the perspective of someone looking at the names, and not with envy, but also holding out the possibility an endeavor and achievement is forgotten except for someone briefly who might happen to read the name on the board.
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yes, no envy…just a lot of wonder 🙂 Thanks for your comment!
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Well, I’m still happy thinking about my name engraved on a cup at my college (39 years ago). Just saying. ! Love this poem.
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Love that, Claudia. And now I have an idea of an answer to my wonderings.
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The past transposed on the present…what remains?
I was just thinking about you today, good to hear your voice!(K)
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Thank you for thinking of me…maybe that was part of the strong pull that brought me back. 🙂
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I think there’s a WordPress subconscious that connects us all…
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Those eighth grade accomplishments seem so important at the time–and they are, at that time. But then?
Welcome back to blog land. 😉
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Thank you. The time gets by with other busy-ness…and then something pulls me back. 🙂
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🙂
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Love the title!
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Thank you!
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Love how you open this.
So i used to say to our kids, ‘Do you reallly want to peak at age 12?’ 🙂
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Always better things ahead…whether or not anyone else notices
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