You've Got To Learn Something

After It's All Over, The Early Childhood, A Chain Of Birthdays Woven With Candlelight, Piles Of Presents, Voices Of Relatives Singing And Praising Your Promise And Future, After The Years Of Schooling, Fitting Yourself Into Different Size Desks, Memorizing, Reciting, Reporting, And Performing For Jury After Jury Of Teachers, Counselors, And Administrators, You Still Feel Inadequate, Alone, Vulnerable, And Naked In A World That Can Be Unforgiving And Terribly Demanding.

I Wish The Night Would End, I Wish The Day'd Begin, I Wish It Would Rain Or Snow, Or The Wind Would Blow, Or The Grass Would Grow, I Wish I Had Yesterday, I Wish There Were Games To Play.

Love, How Often That Word Came Up In Books Over And Over Again. If You Had Wealth And Health, And Beauty And Talent...you Had Nothing If You Didn't Have Love. Love Changed All That Was Ordinary Into Something Giddy, Powerful, Drunken, Enchanted.

Dreams, I Thought. They're The Riches Of A Poor Person, Stashed In Treasure Chests Buried Deeply In The Imagination. But Are Dreams Enough?

People Never Really Died. They Only Went On To A Better Place, To Wait A While For Their Loved Ones To Join Them. And Then Once More They Went Back To The World, In The Same Way They Had Arrived The First Time Around.