Let’s rock slow and steady.
Easy does it. Nice and slow.
There’s no rush when there
is nowhere to go. Slowly
moving into the unknown.
No need to speed. Let it be.
Slow and steady; I’m always
ready. Life can be heavy,
and when it rains, it pours.
I keep going steady. I move
with the current. Slowly,
I work my way towards
a new day. I keep going,
slow and steady – I think
to myself. I wonder if all
will be well. Who knows?
Really, only time will tell.
Don’t hit fast-forward.
Don’t press rewind.
Press play and watch
memories from the past
come to life. Take it
slow and pay attention
to the days that pass by
most of our closed eyes.
Look too far and miss
today. Don’t look at all
as our doubts grow tall.
Don’t rush. In our lives,
things may come and go,
yet we will come to learn
there is more to know.
Father time has his hands
full with grains of sand
flowing to his sandals.
Only he knows when
his palms are empty.
Only we can know that
this life is a blessing.
Class of 21’ – what a year.
Life has been tough.
You did your very best
To smooth what’s rough.
Class of 21’ has soul –
The uncanny ability
To make diamonds
Out of last year’s coal.
This year looked different –
Time went – you stayed home –
Battled boredom – faced challenges –
Missed games, dances, experiences.
Yet, you have risen above, making
the most of this ghost-of-a-year.
You have been strong and brave.
You are weathering life’s storm
Before it takes form. Class of 21’:
From friends to family – it
Has begun. We know it to be
Hard, but fun: a new web spun –
A transition from moon to sun.
You have fought like Vikings,
Gearing up for what’s next.
Class of 21’, you may be done,
But know, the love never left
The place where memories
Are kept and goals are set.
Through struggle, pain, and joy,
You have moved forward:
chasing glory, gold, or greatness.
The world is waiting for you
To make a difference – to be
Whatever it is that makes
You shine and feel alright
Remember this year,
Have no fear and live on.
Just know you did it. You made
It, Class of 21’. We’re not done;
Our story has just begun.
Today, the car is in cruise control.
I take it slow and go with the flow.
Today, I take a ride down Memory
Lane. I revisit past pain and travel
through time frames: different days.
I unravel. I tear up gravel to navigate
an unknown fate. I carry weight;
I talk to my shadows: old versions
of myself. Sometimes, I ask them
for help – words of advice. Miles
into Memory Lane, I face pain
and embrace joy all the same.
I see old friends of mine the way
they were before I last saw them.
I notice houses I used to live in;
I recognize yards I used to play in.
I begin to see places I have been.
Today, I met with Father Time
and rode down Memory Lane
before any new memories came.
My eyes are windows,
and my mouth is
a door I slam shut
here and there.
My feet are floorboards.
My body is the house
that my mind powers.
I live here; I try to keep
it nice. I have my own
back. It supports me.
My arms reach out
to my neighbors.
My soul lives inside
the air that we share.
My heart hides beside
lungs that breathe
and preach peace.
My eyes are windows
to an unknown world.
Are you ready to go
to a place only I know?
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 