Down the Road

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There are times in our life when things happen the we don’t understand. Life can be put in a turmoil, making us feel like we have completely lost control. It makes us question everything we thought we believed or planned for our life. But in time we see those things were just bumps in the road. I thought perhaps this poem I wrote a couple of years ago might give us a little perspective.

Down the road
a few years,
you will look back
and realize
although the vista
was desired,
it’s really the journey
that is most rewarding.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

My 50th Class Reunion

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Today, I attended my 50th class reunion.
A slideshow with funeral sounding music
Reminded us of how we used to look…
With young faces, smiles, and hair all in place.
As I looked across the crowd, I barely recognized a handful.
Like me, they all have changed // age stealing youth.
Some, no longer with us, were cut down in their prime.
Why do people go to reunions?
Is it out of curiosity to see what damage was done?
Is it to compare levels of aging?
Perhaps it is to see old friends
old boyfriends
old girlfriends
What brings us together after fifty years?
Nostalgia and pride // holding on to a past long gone…
Or maybe it is share our achievements
Our failures
Our divorces
Our losses
Our pain
By this time, there is little to show off any longer.
Nature has leveled the playing field
for jocks and nerds, the homely and the beautiful.
Just like falling leaves reflect the beauty
of spring past
and summer gone
So, we too reflect the beauty of vibrant youth
Quickly fading into a sunset of obsolescence;
One last burst of effort before the frost sets in…
Only the full Hunter’s Moon knows why we came;
And what we will take with us as we go…
And he is not telling!
He knows where we will be when the next fifty rolls around.
We will, by then, have taken our place in the cycle of time;
Just sand in the hour-glass for the next generation’s countdown.
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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Redefined Dreams

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I’ve lived many lifetimes // dreamed many dreams
All in seventy-two years // a short span it seems;
Events occur //dreams often changed
Beyond my control // life gets rearranged.
Illness, accidents, joys and sorrows, death and so much more
Created a roller coaster ride in my life // that’s for sure.
Faith and family children and friends
Supported us through that dark night of the soul;
When joy returned and things were great…
They cheered us even more.
As I look back // reflect over all these years
The choices I’ve made through rain and tears;
I’m thankful I hung in there and stayed the course;
For in joy and pain we still have a choice.
I’m now reaping the benefits of redefined dreams;
After seventy-two years sailing life’s streams.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth