My life was an empty blackboard
when I first began.
Now it is filled,
with thoughts,values and little things.
Few from childhood
and some on the way to adulthood.
Most of them vaguely understood
and some over which I still brood.
A few I am able to perceive
and the rest is as good as I didn’t receive.
Oh how I dread the duster,
it erases sweet memories
written deep within me
by “chalk” my faithful companion.
It’s time to erase the unwanted
and let the good sink in.
To leave behind,all that is lost
move ahead whatever it may cost.
My whole strength will it take
to absorb each word into me.
An Ode to the chalk of my life,
who is none other than me.