Nine Thousand Days

Iím speaking from a new reality
Where am I?
And where is my memory?
Iíve got a feeling Iíll miss it
An awful lot.

Perhaps Iíve never
Really known anything
And my ears
Have been closed
To anything but noise
From my birth
To this moment.

Have I really lived
For twenty-five years
In some self-contained vacuum?
ÖMost or all
of nine thousand days
in some distorted cocoon?

I donít know
But besides feeling freer now
Iím also somewhat perturbed
By the disconcerting , disconnected
Quality of my first quarter-century

© Craig Chadwick 1979


"We each have our own way of living in the world, together we are like a symphony.
Some are the melody, some are the rhythm, some are the harmony
It all blends together, we are like a symphony, and each part is crucial.
We all contribute to the song of life."
...Sondra Williams

We might not always agree; but TOGETHER we will make a difference.


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