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I have forgotten too easily the wisdom of Sophocles, Socrates, Periander, Thales, Aristotle and Plato.
Forgotten how to write proper sentences in hieroglyphics and to respect all elements:
The Sun, The Moon and The Earth.
I have copied down Pythagorean’s Theorem only to forget it on multiple tests,
And have forgotten that vanity will always lead to a Narcissistic death.
When I was younger, and sillier perhaps, and all I could do was babble on in all four languages:
English, Latin, French and German.
Remember when ancient Greek, Roman and Egyptian mythology were all I ever knew,
And Homer’s “Odyssey” and “The Iliad” were read to my third grade ears everyday
Until I could recount the whole tale.
Because I still have the lazy day papers of my scrawling all of the Gods and Goddesses I knew:
Demeter, Persephone, Thor, Ra, Zeus, Hestia, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hera, Hades, Poseiden, Neptune…
I remember because everything about them absolutely fascinated me.
Nothing seems to fascinate me now.
When you impressed upon me that
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And I easily believed you while I digested your words and swiftly allowed them to become my motto.
Shakespeare and trips and walks everyday by the river because, you said, we needed to grow up
I have forgotten how to wonder and to appreciate
The turtles that I used to gently catch only to free them,
Or the wool I spun or the yarn I dyed.
I have forgotten how to be young
Because I am too busy collecting college debt
And remembering how to be a grown-up.
Teach me how to play with words
And how to dramatize the simple things.
Teach me how to become better
Than the ramshackle poet that I have become-
The one who bows in obeisance to every block in my writing
Because it is not coming out perfectly
And so I collect stacks of blank sheets of paper by my bed so that when the mood strikes
I will be ready.