A poem for Jamaica with a Long Title Recognizing that Not Everyone Would Make This Choice in the Same Way; It’s Just Us; But on the Other Hand . . . Anyway, Here’s the Poem. Love, Marilyn and Charlie.
We think we’d like that trip through time
Back to the days we keep enshrined
In amber. All we’ve left behind
By choice or chance. We lose; we find.
But truth and memory seldom rhyme.
Still, if the Wizard made us choose
A moment when our hearts held news
Of Hope and Choice
We would contrive
To stride the world at twenty-five.
