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Memories
by Elena Haf
08/06/12
08/06/12
I walk through the endless corridors
Of my mind,
Knocking upon the doors
That holds the secrets of me.
I grasp the cold handle
And peer inside.
There stood the candle
Of my mothers eye.
I see her run through the
Garden of my youth,
Laughing, smiling, exploring the
Endless possibilities and adventures.
I stand there, eyes prickling
With sadness.
Where has that craving
For adventure gone?
I close the door and look
At myself.
Hands dirty from the books
I study.
My life is now an endless search
for knowledge,
Thrust upon us as we climb the arch
Of examinations.
Is this the meaning of life?
To go on and on
Being spoon fed teachings
Passed down through the years.
They do not teach for pleasure,
For greatness.
They teach for the desire
To be the smartest of all.
They stamp out the child
Until every adult is the same
Struggling for power of the mind.
Leaving the adventure behind.
As I walk to the present day,
I find myself thinking.
Do we want this for our children? The way
They teach today?
I want to teach them the
Glory of life.
Love, happiness, joy the
Simple things in life.
And I will not let them forget
That there is more to life.
Of my mind,
Knocking upon the doors
That holds the secrets of me.
I grasp the cold handle
And peer inside.
There stood the candle
Of my mothers eye.
I see her run through the
Garden of my youth,
Laughing, smiling, exploring the
Endless possibilities and adventures.
I stand there, eyes prickling
With sadness.
Where has that craving
For adventure gone?
I close the door and look
At myself.
Hands dirty from the books
I study.
My life is now an endless search
for knowledge,
Thrust upon us as we climb the arch
Of examinations.
Is this the meaning of life?
To go on and on
Being spoon fed teachings
Passed down through the years.
They do not teach for pleasure,
For greatness.
They teach for the desire
To be the smartest of all.
They stamp out the child
Until every adult is the same
Struggling for power of the mind.
Leaving the adventure behind.
As I walk to the present day,
I find myself thinking.
Do we want this for our children? The way
They teach today?
I want to teach them the
Glory of life.
Love, happiness, joy the
Simple things in life.
And I will not let them forget
That there is more to life.
On the Poem
I wrote this poem as a general rant to the authorities. It’s a free verse poem with an A B A C structure; I thought that rhymes would make the poem stand out more and flow freely to express what I was trying to say. I’m not that experienced with writing poems as I do not read them and rarely write them but I am pretty proud of this one as I just sat down and wrote down what I was feeling at the time. One of my favourite Lines in this poem is ‘As we climb the arch, of examinations.’ This is one of my favourites because you can see the image of exams being an arch that we all have to climb to get somewhere in the world.
