Fifteen Years and Three Jobs Later
Fifteen years and three jobs later I look back at my life.
I'm not depressed at what I see, but I
am deeply saddened.
At every turn, another mistake, a blunder at every corner.
But hope comes through and all is well as I look back and remember.
Not everything was a total disaster, not everything went wrong.
There are times I can look back on and smile.
The times I spent with my friends, countless hours of nothing
But nothing can be everything when nothing is my something.
You cock your head and blink your eyes and think
"What the heck is he saying?"
But look inside and you too can spot it there,
When friendship is based not on who or where,
But contentness with just
being
Hanging out, sitting around, making jokes,
Wasting days, countless hours, money thrown away.
"But what could be better?" is all I have to say.
So when we look back, fifteen years and three jobs down the road,
We all can chuckle and reminisce at the days gone by.
When we see each other in the streets, we will laugh at the fun we had
And not cry at the blunders we made.
For everything is relative, and relatives can be everthing
But a friend is more than a relative, and more than anything.
I won't forget you as the years go by, as some memories fade.
For how could I forget the guys who I shared so much with,
Lived so long with, moved on through life with, grew up so quickly with?
So if you move away, distance cannot part us,
If you move on, new experiences won't deny us.
But if you forget, then time can truly destroy us.
Don't forget; but don't remember for me,
Remeber for the guys you ate with, sat with,
Joked with, learned with, became men with.
For it is them that deserve to be in your memories.
I know you will always be in mine.
I was inspired on Thursday, September 26, 2002
