When Memories Outweigh Dreams
by Sally P Carter
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A poem inspired by a quotation I read by Bill Clinton - "When memories outweight dreams, we are become old."
On weary feet an old man trudged the road,
his back bent double 'neath a crushing load.
Whilst in his hand he held a sack so light,
it seemed that if he lost his grip it might
be upturned by the breeze and skyward soar -
in contrast to the yoke his shoulders bore.
A glowing boy could not help but compare
the bag upon his own back, light as air.
So, baffled by the other's mighty task,
he hailed the man and said, "Sir, may I ask,
what forces you to bear a load so great,
while I am free, unburdened by such weight?"
He raised his bloodshot eyes and shook his head,
"My bag is filled with memories," he said.
"While once they brought me friendship, love and fun,
these days they only speak of things undone;
despair and grudges, unaccomplished thoughts,
a crushing load of 'mights' and 'shoulds' and 'oughts'."
"Sir, that explains the bag upon your back,
but tell me, please, what have you in that sack?"
"This once was crammed with dreams," the old man sighed,
"but most grew withered through the years, and died."
The youth said, "Let me lessen your despair;
set memories free, for I have hopes to spare."
The old man eyed the boy with disbelief,
and yet he strove to speak in phrases brief,
till in a gathering rush, his memories spilt.
Regret, remorse, resentment, sorrow, guilt,
flew from the bag and freed his burdened mind,
with only warm reflections left behind.
The boy said, "Last, I'll fill that sack you hold
with thoughts and hopes of greater worth than gold,"
and from his own bag, airy dreams he chose
to fill the other's sack, which gently rose.
And, as the man's back straightened in release,
the angel smiled to see him walk in peace.
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|Reviewed by James Johnston
|Sally, my fondest dream is to be able to write like this! Wonderful story, perfect rhythm and rhyme. Having said this, I will now wander through your treasures soaking up your style as much as possible at my stage in life. I give thanks to Whomever led me to your world. Just Jim|
|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|I love this. Excellent. Brilliant ending.|
|Reviewed by Glen Manese
|Like the theme to this... the words are vivid like the characters you're opening to the reader... Everything speaks from the heart to the young mind... A transition from where one must go and the other must figure out what life is all about... Thanks for sharing...|