Upward Bound Moving On
Brady Smith 7/27/98
Yesterday has now become
a memory and we are sad for the happy times and way of life has now become
a peace of history.
Now we can no longer
what we had.
We didn't really realize
what we had till it's gone and now our life is like a hollow room were
Images of the past echo off the barren walls.
Now an empty room is left
that needs to be frilled with new experences that we are yet to
And life goes
As do we to make new
in the vast world and create more memorable moments in the lives of
And that's what living
is all about.
this poem was written under a tree one day after I said
good bye to all my upward bound students. They enriched my life,
and Im just glade I could give them some insight and help them grow into
the great people that they will become.