Poetry

I am (still) grading my junior students' writing portfolios, and I just came across this revised poem from John. The theme seemed apropos, somehow, in the face of my countdown to departure.


Time

It is a twinkling stream,
smoothing rocks to pebbles.
It is a strong weapon,
fighting against difficulties.
It is an effective drug,
making us forget gloomy days.
It is...
Whatever it is,
we should cherish it.
For it is limited,
when unconsciously,
it elapses like wind beside us.