I walk through the same corridors again
hearing sounds of cackling, raucous laughter
in pure defiance – who cares what they say?
labels are giddy-headed, immature
an exciting life ahead to be lived
dreams are a birthright, whatever you say
I walk through the same corridors again
recalling encouragement, ridicule
dreams embalmed in concrete – to live again
I think of how our teachers saw us then
Today, I struggle to find a reason
to indulge in cackling, raucous laughter
I walk through the same corridors again
count each step, re-examine the mindset
It tells me what life is all about – Dreams
You do a great job of conveying the difference between immature student life and the realisation that there are more important things. I hope your dreaming is going well.
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Thank you, Sean!
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Sadje was right, this is a beautiful poem, Reena. Wonderful.
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Thank you, Jeff!
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You’re welcome, Reena. Always!
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Reblogged this on Janet's Thread 2.
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Thank you, Janet!
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‘dreams are a birthright, whatever you say’ I agree 100%, Reena!
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Thanks for being on the same track 🙂
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Love this poem and it’s profound message Reena. Wonderful.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Interesting to revisit the childhood corridors.
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Yeah… School life has a different flavour – never repeated.
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I like it.
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Thank you!
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aisle and all that while
you smile at words
aimed to name
something so fine
eh?
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