YEA!!! 1/7/81 Well, here I am! Seventeen years old today, boy the years are going by too quick! Birthdays are very special to me a day to celebrate your existence and a day to look back. Well, here I am! Seventeen years old today, Boy the clock's ticking fast, a day to celebrate your existence and cherish the ones around you. Life is so full abounding with wonders to be seen and emotions to be experienced If we all just open our eyes and gaze upon the subtleties and finer shades of life greater worlds unfold. Worlds we rarely find time to look at But they're here and always will be when we choose to find them. I'm grateful to be a leaf in the ever growing tree of life and this leaf's not falling off for nothing. This is a poem written by Paul Garver. As it says, it was written on his seventeenth birthday, after which he folded it up and placed it in a book. It was discovered by his mother several months later, while Paul was in bed, dying of cancer. He died not long afterwards, on September 10th, 1981. I've asked his mother if I could share this poem with you. Lex
Thanks for sharing this poem with us Lex. It's beautiful, and the story behind it makes it even more powerful.
Of course. Feel free to share it as you see fit. Not too ironic, though, rahul. Paul knew he had cancer when he wrote it, although I don't know if he knew it would be terminal at that point. Lex