All the hopes, all the dreams,
all the things we are going
to do when we were through
with school — proclaim the
truth, change the world —
looking back none of those
things happened in the
grandiose way we imagined,
but, hopefully (see, it’s still
there) we changed, if noth-
ing else, a bit of ourselves.
Early on there seems to be
an eternity of time; mistakes
can be changed, nothing is
impossible. Speak out of
turn; injure a friend; time
will tell; all will be well, but
then there is the hasty word
spoken from that part of you
that hasn’t changed and
the saddest of all things
happens, the thing never
anticipated — the loss of
a friendship, never to be
retrieved with such little
time left.