Saturday, May 24, 2008
Upon Graduating: A Saturday Poem
I hope for you a considered life
In increasing measure.
I hope for you joy in vocation. Calling.
I hope for you, perhaps above all things,
I hope for you, prosperity.
The kind that does not trust in money.
I hope for you peace.
The kind that does not depend upon anything
Outside your body. What they call “inner”.
I wish you affluence, based on influence.
I hope for you a life of self-actualization.
I hope that you learn truth as a process.
Your knowledge tentative, capable of displacement.
May regret be the last “r” word in your vocabulary.
I wish you to never harm anyone else.
I wish you recovery, from harm that comes to you.
Joy from a kiss.
Joy from pushing a child on a swing, or throwing
I wish you a rumpled collar, from time to time.
Bleary, teary eyes, and work.
I hope you no laziness.
I wish you bills that are paid in full.
And a funeral well-attended.
A kitten in hand, kissed.
And a life well-done.
A considered one.
Life considered, I hope for you.
© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008