Member Poem

The stage seems too far away

When that first “good morning” rings

Out like a drum, giving marching

Orders for your years. They

Always said this was the moment

One became an adult, but I

Find my mind astray,

Rambling, wandering, roaming, 

Wishing for the simplicity of 

Imagining this. I wish I could stay

Where the two roads diverge

Forever, but no such luck.

The stage isn’t far away

As I listen to cliche

Speeches about our futures. I

Wonder what I do now. Life’s

Not a game to be won, is it? Weekdays

Will be dull as a rock now that 

I’ve done my time, honorably discharged, 

Free from childhood and school days. 

Shaking hands, I know this is all for show,

It’s not really me. I am not a certificate, and

The stage seems so far away.