The Great Me

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  • Hope

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    I wrote this when I was 15 years old, i've made some minor changes but the story is the same. I've written lots of poems sinse then, but this one still stands out to me.

    The Great Me

    My Great Grandfather was an army veteran

    My dad's dad, he saved lives.

    My father is a rocket scientist, and i wonder

    who am I?

    Perhaps I'll be an astronaut and travel around in space

    or find a cure for the sniffle-snuffs

    or discover a brand new place.

    Maybe I'll be a billionaire, complete with house and yacht.

    But wherever I go

    and whatever I do

    I'll remember who I'm not.

    I'm not the one who you'll hear say,

    "it's too hard so don't try"

    I'm not the one who will turn away

    when I see somebody cry.

    That must mean that I'm somebody

    no less someone than you..

    I may not have it all planned out

    but I'll be somebody too.

    -Joshua Meyer (2002)

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    frog commented on The Great Me

    06-17-2009

    This poem was very moving to me. I was poker faced in the beginning, but teary in the end. Very real emotions that connect well with mental pictures.
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    GentleT commented on The Great Me

    06-17-2009

    Someone with a good heart and courage to excel in life. Sounds like a wonderful combination. I hope you have kept that sentiment to give your life direction. I agree everyone is important.
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    raziel69 commented on The Great Me

    06-17-2009

    I like this one, it is very poignant and it makes you think about who you want to be yourself, if you already don't have that particular something going on in your life. i look forward to reading more of your work.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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