Memorable Days Long Gone
Memories of the past still remind me so far,
especially those days when I was in college;
my membership in a number of organizations,
a learning experience, filled with laughter.
Each year to celebrate our college fair,
different motifs, booths, and programs;
a message of gratitude and thanksgiving,
a Eucharist that punctuates the whole event.
I can’t forget when we used to visit
those institutions for the poor and sick people;
with our songs to entertain most of them,
truly a soulful experience, an inward longing.
I used to watch musical concerts with others,
some of my friends and other schoolmates;
sharing our appetite for both classic and pop
a delight to my soul, a gift to my inner quest.
Then being a member of the school organ
writing became my favorite pastime;
it’s like a foretaste of being hired as one
both in journalism and literary style.
I took part in theatrical performance
with sleepless nights of our rehearsals
significant roles I ever portrayed, ah
a memorable experience, a way to recall.
I used to hang out with friends and schoolmates
near the cafeteria or school auditorium
our exchange of news, novelties and others
shaped my relationship with friends.
Those memorable years in college
are part of my precious past, so far;
I would say it’s also a treasure-trove
of relationships in friendship style.
But those years were also saddened
by the death of my oldest brother,
along with my grandmother,
I really mourned and cried.
That pushed me hard then to keep going,
To study hard and bring me closer to God
this realigned me to where I was heading for
to serve God and people across the world.
Copyright © Mark Escobar | Year Posted 2008
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