Old Melody

Old Melody

Miles and miles of forgotten song
In the hard drives of our youth
Longing to be heard again
Old melody, new truth

“Hoping I would find true love along the broken road”
“She crossed her arms and lowered her eyelashes”
“Many years have passed since those summer days”
“I’d give anything just to hear your voice”

Miles and miles of forgotten song
In the hard drives of our youth
If only I had remembered them
Because in them, they contain life’s truths

Lol. Could the last line be any cheesier? I might need to get me a rhyming dictionary at this rate. The inspiration for this poem came to me when I was procrastinating before writing my “School” poem. I was listening to some random songs on my computer hard drive. I realized that over the years I’ve accumulated a lot of music and with two sisters who are really into music as well, a lot of songs have a found a home in our iTunes’ folder.

When some songs came up, I felt like I had to stop everything and just reminisce about the days when I used to listen to that song all the time. It made me think of simpler times or even happier times. I’m not sure. It’s funny because I started wondering if my life would be different if I’ve never forgotten those songs. That maybe if I had listened to them regularly, my head would still be in the clouds and I would be even a more pathetic romantic than I am now. Some songs reminded me of certain girls or specific moments on vacations. I dunno. A part of me misses the guy who used to listen to those old songs, but I guess we all have to grow up eventually. Hmm… I feel like I haven’t really done a good job explaining my thoughts behind this poem.

School

School

School is cool
When you take the time to rhyme
Life seems to sit there and wait
For you to finally attain a defense date

Finally, I’ve written a nice weak poem. I haven’t written in here for a long time because I felt that I couldn’t write a half decent poem. It took me a few weeks to remember that writing “good” poems was not my goal in this blog. My goal was to use “weak” poems to introduce something I wanted to talk about. Maybe if I keep that in mind, I’ll be writing in here a bit more often.

Anyways, no, I don’t have a defense date yet. My poems are works of fiction. A few weeks ago, I was listening to my favourite science podcast called “This Week in Science” and they were discussing a study where the authors concluded that the more time someone spent in school, the longer they lived (in general). They showed that with every year someone spent in school, they lived 1.5 years longer than someone who did not have that year in school. So every year that I stay in school doing my grad studies, I’m actually adding half a year to my life. I was so relieved to hear that. It really picked me up. I really needed to feel that I wasn’t wasting my life away. I really feel that it was God telling me to cheer up.