But, I admit -- I haven't published them here because I come from a long line of stuffy English majors who would see the kind of poems I write for graduates as a kind of "pop" poetry -- a little too "out in the open". But the fact is, these poems need to be grasped at a listening by an audience that is not reading along and that doesn't have time to explicate. That, in and of itself, is quite a writing challenge. And I have decided I am proud of (I think) accomplishing it each year. In fact, I plan to add a page to this site that contains all of my "Senior Farewell" poems over the last thirteen years. But now, my poem for the Class of 2014:
The Trick Is Not Forgetting
Lean
forward a little…
Here’s a
secret:
You’ve
been lied to.
This is the real world.
Surprise!
You’re
not stepping out into reality after graduation night –
You’re
stepping into the artificial world…
The busy
world.
The noisy
world.
The
selfish world.
A
projectile world that can cause amnesia
If you
don’t watch out for all the sparkling rocks of nonsense flying around.
Guess
what else?
You’re a
real person right now –
Surprise,
again!
You’re
not going to “become somebody.”
You’re
someone now. Someone beautifully real.
Maybe
the most real you will ever be…
Here’s
the best part,
The
paradoxical part,
The old
switcheroo part:
You may
be wiser, today,
Than
you’re going to be in the future
Because,
sometimes, wisdom works backward.
The
trick is not forgetting.
What if you
wrote them down, right now –
The things
that make you happiest?
What if
you jotted them down,
Put them
in your wallet,
And slid them out again to read in twenty years?
Would
you be surprised by what you wrote? --
Later…out
there, in “the real world”?
The
trick is not forgetting.
If you
wrote down the things that make you happy, today, and
Put them
away,
And saw
them again, two decades away…
What
words would you find on the page?
"Promotions"?
"Money"?
"Fame"?
"Status"?
"Working
so hard I never get to sit still"?
"Owning
stuff I can’t really afford"?
"Proving
myself better than everyone else"?
"Keeping
my grass perfect"?
"Being
handsome"?
"Being pretty"?
Or, on
that yellowed slip of paper from way back in June of 2014,
Would you
see words like:
Friends,
Love,
Time to myself,
Laughing,
Family dinners,
The ocean,
Running fast,
Good
music,
Good food…
Or basking in blessings of God…?
We all
know the answer.
The
trick is not forgetting.
If you
write it down today and find yourself surprised in twenty years, you’ve
forgotten.
If you
write it down today and it all makes perfect sense, in twenty years…
You’ve
done things right.
The
trick is not forgetting.
Remember
who you are,
Today –
Right
now –
With
this very next breath…
You have
the kind of youthful wisdom the fake world will try to take away.
The magic
trick is not forgetting…
And you are the magician.
I miss a lot of things about St. Joe, but your poems top the list. Well done, Mr. Matt!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marni! We miss you, for sure.
DeleteOf course, after reading that last line, the rest of the lyrics echoed in my head. I think I'll take this to heart and start writing those things down.
ReplyDeleteAs for the stuffy English majors... phooey on them. Poems need to be more transparent and honest, just like this one. I loved this, and I hope that all your graduates take something from it. I look forward to that new page.
Alexis -- Funny -- that is a connection that I wasn't thinking about but that is certainly true -- same idea!
DeleteI'm glad you liked it! Thanks.