Our Town Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

I am sorry for my last days there...
in that town far away
People do things in haste
and in happenstance i wish
i had the foresight of better judgement...

Some truths are best kept close to the heart...
It maybe a shock for those who recall...
i was isolated... and I traveled to other times
and nations and led lives vicariously
through the movies... So many good memories

then... I saw lots of movies with my father...
He may not have been a president
but he mattered to me and my mother,
sisters and I...

And there was my loyal friend, micky...
I was so proud of that dog
and loved to walk about the town
just so others could see her
as i proudly showcased her
for all the world to see..

My friend who i needed to cope
with passed traumas of youth
that i don't care to elaborate upon
but still was attached to
me like a shadow….

And as an aside to the senior class...
I gave no permissions for others
to commandeer my life,
so without any measure
i shall make my future...
Its a hard lesson to adapt

but through the apprenticeship
of my influences... I wish to be
amongst them someday...
And as for the small town i left behind,
my heart goes out to all of you
in hopes for you a collective happiness

and that i have learned my lessons
and i squandered my youth away...
So don't follow in my footsteps,
remember there is a shadow there,
but shoot for the moon,
live life and be loved