National Poetry Month…it’s always about the journey!

Today’s poet is Rob Daly.

An Invitation

written by Rob Daly

A plane ride away
A re-union is planned,
For a place I embraced
Forty years ago.
 
I scan the names
From our six room school
Were these my friends?
Do they remember me?
 
I needed freedom,
Something different,
I took control of my life
In a new school with no rules.
 
In English class we studied
Rock music
In History we took photos
And printed them in a darkroom
Which was the bathroom.
 
The next year I chose
My old high school and a new job
With rules I understood
And freedom to excel.
 
Should I remember the people
From my lost and found year?
I can wear a badge and smile,
Watch for a familiar face.
 
But I won’t remember if we
Took a picture together
Or listened to music.
My friends from forty years ago
Have been in my life all this time.
 
 
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5 thoughts on “National Poetry Month…it’s always about the journey!

  1. You capture the “angst” and nervousness so well-and I too, love the last two lines and the questions. Sooo well done!

  2. Hey Robbers:
    Yes, you can wear a badge and smile but your true identity is already nestled here in your words. Oh my dear I can just picture you “reunioning,” smiling and
    furtively searching for identification signs. We are all the same. Your poem is a delicious admission and full of images of that young Rob that is the young in all of us as well. Thanks Rob for the honesty. M.R.

  3. My favorite lines are the last two:
    “My friends from forty years ago
    Have been in my life all this time.”
    A touchstone poem, Rob.

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