Times they are a changin'

It seems like I am always starting a post with a reference to something that someone said to me. Well, this post will be no different. Someone near and dear to me asked if I write more in bad times than in good. Interesting question. And the answer is... yes. I do tend to get very emo and internal when the storm clouds roll in. And while that doesn't make for a very fun read, it sure provides a lot of inspiration for new material. I would like to work on this though. I do not want to be the Debbie Downer of the blog world. So starting today I am pledging to be more up-beat and whimsical in my musings. To kick this off I am doing something that I never would have thought possible - I am going to share a poem that I wrote. I am doing this because a) it was written in high school and b) I think it possesses a light-heartedness that suits the new me. So, here it goes:

FAT CANDY

I love were candy, I'd be fat

If sorrow were a fly swatter, I'd be flat

If marshmallows were dreams, I'd be a smore

If pentagons meant sanity, my count would be four

If friends were like mirrors, I'd live in vain

If fear were a sports car, I'd opt for a plane

If pennies were knowledge, I'd have 2 cents

If laundry were patience, I'd be the ball of lent

If men were sugar, I'd take mine sour

If pride were measured in minutes, I'd last an hour

If candles were maturity, I'd be at the end of my wick

If roses were honesty, I'd often need a prick

If hope were like water, I'd sometimes start to boil

If serenity were milk, I'd very quickly spoil

**As a disclaimer I need to say that I was 18. So I had a very limited knowledge of the world and most of the concepts in this poem. I would venture to say that this rhyme would be slightly different if I wrote it today. Thanks also to Rachel Bennet, who penned several of the lines with me, and Ms. Lawrence, my creative writing teacher. **