The Past

I have found myself spending alot of time thinking about the past lately. Trying to focus on all the care free stupid stuff i did as a teenage mostly. Things as they say seem so much simplier then. Telling my kids about the things we use to do on halloween and devils night, campfires, horseback rides in the snow. All those things I use to have time for in my life. I read my friends blog every day almost and she brings back alot of memories good and bad for me. So I dug out a poem she wrote for me when i was like 17 and hopefully she wont sue me for publishing it in my blog.

ODE TO SUZY

by Sara W.

There once was a girl name Sue

Who sat home the whole day thru;

She was quiet and lonely

and thought she was homely

till someone showed her this was untrue

You see, one day, while laying down some hay

someone came up and said "will chris be here today?"

That was the start of her happiness,

and the end of lonlyness;

or at least thats when she started drinking & smoking

inhaling all the way;

then there was Matt,

who I might add, is really a brat,

asked suzy out to a movie

which made the romantic feelings stir in suzy

But she realized he was a "pheow" and that was the end of that;

then there was a night in the hotel room

where suzy did a lot of "fall down, go boom",

this is where she proved her mouth runs like a motor

which did turn up her past like a garden rotor,

bringing out skeletons from her secrets room,

then, after working at Star, she refound scott

who even though she did not know, liked her alot,

even now that she has her true love in life,

she keeps on saying she'll never become a wife,

but still i fear i might lose that special friendship for a

husband named scott

I love looking back at silly stuff like this to escape life in the present. Life right now really sucks so i have been spending alot of time in the past. I am glad i am one of those people that save silly little things like the above poem not only becuase of who wrote it but as a passage way to a sillier time in my life. Don't get me wrong i would never go back and relive my teen or early twenties for all the tea in china but its good to know there is at least some good stuff that is there worth remembering. Like thank god i never married scott. So i guess for now going back is better than getting drunk so sara thanks for the memories.

ttfn