Now early in my Joel, I stop and think of school
'Twas an influential time, Full of dreams so fine
Hankering longingly to go, Into the world to sow
Our intricate plans for life, Blinded of any strife
Each our lessons to learn, And faults our fingers to burn
Year upon year some 60 or so, Completed the year some high some low
Free to each make our mistakes, Create self-inflicted heartaches
For none the future can see, How right or wrong one can be
In the directions we take, Meet people who are fake
No parenting practice allowed, But most of us are so proud
Of the children we create, The foolish risks we take
If only we all knew, That later there'd be few
We would treasure our friends, More quick to make amends
For things said that hurt, Rather then value and worth
The ties that we break, For some frivolous sake
But then this is the way, We bend and we sway
Forward and onward we go, But for life what is to show
Not possessions nor wealth, Often not even health
Not a land or a place, Your colour or race
The only measure in the end, Is the real trust of a friend
Written by Pete Barlow 25/04/2000 Durban
Email : Pete Barlow