The Belt
The Belt
Nineteen eighty-four
That infinite time in history
Graduation day
A turning point for me
Wings grown
And almost ready to fly
I set out into the world
With my hopes aimed high
Head swollen
I was like a deer in headlights
Had I learned nothing in twelve years?
That would give me insight.
Overnight I went from knowing everything
To not knowing anything at all
When your pedestal is too high
How quickly one can fall
Thankfully I had loving parents
Who placed we firmly on my feet
And set me off to college
And kept my butt to the heat
For in the next coming years
I learned what life’s all about
Even though I stepped into life’s pants
I still needed a belt
Thank you Mom and Dad
From you guidance I could not hide
For even though I was eighteen
I still needed you by my side
Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2011
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