Back to school (for the last time)
And when you look into the
in the middle distance
Hold them close to your heart.
If you hold fast
They will not drown in the
deluge of facts
Voiced by the pedagogue
Dispensing ‘exam technique’
Smell the summer you left behind
With the trendy clothes that will be fashion history next year
but you had your finger on this season’s style pulse
and that’s all that matters.
Love the books you discovered
The music you now can’t live without
The movies that will define these months for ever
Celebrate the friendships; the ridiculously late nights
Remember turning over in the soft bed
Daylight forcing its way through curtains
While your ‘elders and betters’ shuffle paper in open plan offices
Despondently recapturing their own lost summer
Baffled by the diversion that inexplicably landed them here.
Shaking their heads, not to scraps of old songs
But to nagging and recurring regrets.
Maybe you heard a dog bark in the distance
A narky magpie or a docile pigeon
Maybe you heard a bus rumbling past;
The bus you’ll be getting to school, too soon
You were too lazy to be even curious
When post dropped through the door
Maybe it’s sunny out there; maybe it’s not
The light on your smart phone
Promises new adventures for this day
Perhaps you kept a diary or a ledger
Of the parties, the trips, romances (secret and public)
Who did what?
Their wake urgently dissected in coffee bars
Adrenaline rushing to a head faster than the froth machine
You will blush and giggle nervously
When you find it in ten years’ time
You’ve had your summer of love and affection;
romance and adventure;
laziness and welcome appointments
Now it’s your last year in school.
Please, please, please
Do what you love
Do it the very best you can;
Love doing it
You will achieve marvellous things.
Do not take advice from brash adults
who are so confident in dispensing their ignorance.
Listen more to those who question
than to those who have all the answers
In other words
Take charge of your dreams; nobody else will
Defend them bravely in the face of mundanity
And forge a route for them to thrive on
with every tool at your disposal.
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