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I remember well my first day of preschool When the teacher taught us the Golden Rule And how we were all God’s little caterpillars. I remember the love I bore my stuffed horse And how tightly I hugged my stuffed dog with great force; I would be the world’s best zookeeper. I remember my parents’ copious gifts of books, How they were more important than my friends’ good looks; Their stories still represent my dear childhood. I remember the first time I discovered music of my own Through a 90s band CD I had as a loan. I danced with my headphones like a dryad. I know the exact date I noticed at last How much of my life friends had seemingly surpassed And I vowed that I could never again be happy. The stories were never again a fully open door, More like a ditch dug out in the floor Behind which I could hide my face forever. One day, songs became a desperate race To see who could sing and play bass, So I’ve dropped out like a sixteen-year-old kid. Now, lying under the stars thinking of this and that I actually cower from the once-beloved animals like cats Because they have uncomfortable interest in worms. I was better off a caterpillar.
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Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
Inspired by James Fenton's "The Possibility"
I remember well my first day of preschool When the teacher taught us the Golden Rule And how we were all God’s little caterpillars. I remember the love I bore my stuffed horse And how tightly I hugged my stuffed dog with great force; I would be the world’s best zookeeper. I remember my parents’ copious gifts of books, How they were more important than my friends’ good looks; Their stories still represent my dear childhood. I remember the first time I discovered music of my own Through a 90s band CD I had as a loan. I danced with my headphones like a dryad. I know the exact date I noticed at last How much of my life friends had seemingly surpassed And I vowed that I could never again be happy. The stories were never again a fully open door, More like a ditch dug out in the floor Behind which I could hide my face forever. One day, songs became a desperate race To see who could sing and play bass, So I’ve dropped out like a sixteen-year-old kid. Now, lying under the stars thinking of this and that I actually cower from the once-beloved animals like cats Because they have uncomfortable interest in worms. I was better off a caterpillar.
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Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
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