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OK - found one that doesn't make me want to vomit with embarrassment. From 1990.
The Journey
I thought I'd grow weary of far away lights
I thought that I'd tire of following a star
I never knew that through the cold night
I would travel so long, I would travel so far.
At times I feel it's so hopeless, so blind
I think that it's wrong not to know who you are
But I continue to trudge along in my mind
To find my salvation, to discover my star.
I wish I could pause and rest for a while
I feel hungry, unsheltered, cold and alone
But I know I must carry my cross with a smile
For as I persist, I am closer to home.
If I remember rightly, I wrote that one in high school when a teacher gave us a last opportunity to enter a national poetry competition (Dorothea Mackellar). I didn't want to miss out so I quickly scrawled this out while the announcement was being made. The competition theme was "Closer to Home".
I got one of those "Highly Recommended" awards, which for all I knew was what all losing poetry received. Didn't stop me from being at least mildly impressed with myself.
What impresses me more is that I even remember all of this. That was just over 20 years ago.
Regards
Caleb
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