Change

I look outside
and want to be outside
on the cusp of
these days of change

The youth; their minds
the air-conditioning
the fresh air between
the fret of regret

I shall not miss
the vapidness
of days where dull talk
and selfishness
abound

Yet, I see the future
too, shall hold
the youth; their minds
not yet in their prime

Me, too, 
and yet, 

I wish to know myself
and not forget.

The fresh air is here
that took my breath there

Where friends were made
and beauty held

A hand I had
in making so

And a hand I'll hold
in making so.

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DO you ever wish you wrote your thoughts down more often?  The tip of many a writer/creative thinker is to keep a notepad handy at all times and in all places, just in case a thought pops in your head, where ever you may be.  There is an interesting mention of this in an Interview magazine article on R. Kelly where he talks about keeping dictaphones all over his house(mansion) if a song/concept/melody strikes him.  That man may be freak/sexasaurus, but he's got a life made based on the creative whatevers that pop into his mind.

I'm a little nervous about yet another job change in my life, from the lovely and great outdoors, to back to the classroom.  The above is a first draft 30-second poem constructed and conceived as I looked out my sliding glass door past my deck and into the woods. [I actually did some 30-second editing on it, but I often find my first choice words are pretty right on.]