I found a poem I had written in college,back in the Spring of 1994. I laughed, amused at my 20-year old self. How pessimistic, yet idealistic at the same time. I was an English major, with a focus on the Victorians and Romantics, so I suppose my luddite tendencies aren’t so surprising.
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But I read it again, and some of the words started to fade in an out, replaced by others more common in today’s vernacular.
Do I really see the world as pessimistically as I did 22 years ago?
I suppose I’m older and a little…tiny bit…wiser. Which is why I probably won’t spend too much time writing poetry about it. I know that if we all did a little something to more actively participate in our democracy*, maybe we’d all have fewer reasons to move to Canada.
I’m certainly not going to give up my citizenship for maple syrup. I’m gonna put my pantsuit on one leg at a time and gird my loins for the continued fight ahead. Especially the way the 2020 field is shaping up….
* Such as go to a civic group or political club meeting, attend a rally, read a variety of newspapers (to make sure you have a chance of accessing actual news), run for local office, join a community council, register to vote, and then, actually vote!
[Featured image courtesy of CBS News and the good people of Johnstown, PA.]