| BRIAN'S ROOM...PG 1 This was an essay written by 17-year old Brian Moore for his senior English Class. Brian passed away in 1997 due to a tragic accident. His parents had this essay framed and it has a place of honor among their family photo gallery! It's also made it's way around the globe several times via the Internet. By request, I took on the project of turning it into a "rhyme" so it could take a permanent place here on our Beloved Front Porch! Way to go Brian !!!!!!! |
| BRIAN’S ROOM One restless night as I lay in bed Between wakefulness and sleep I suddenly found myself in a room Where the silence was full and quite deep The room was almost totally empty Except that one entire wall Was filled from the floor to the ceiling With endless file drawers steep and tall! It was like the old library system Where book titles and all categories? Were recorded on thousands of little white cards Each telling it’s own separate story I saw one that was labeled “GIRLS I HAVE LIKED” And I felt my knees growing weak For I recognized the names on all of the cards! So surprised that I could not speak! I began opening drawers quite at random Some brought joy…still others regret For each card brought memories back from my life Even some of those I’d rather forget! Some drawer labels made me quite happy Like the one titled “FRIENDS I HAVE MADE” While others shamed me clear down to my soul Like “FRIENDS THAT I HAVE BETRAYED” The drawers ran the gamut from good to the bad All in letters clear, black and bold From “BOOKS I HAVE READ” to “COMFORT I’VE GIVEN” Right down to “LIES I HAVE TOLD” One entitled “TV SHOWS I HAVE WATCHED” Was crammed full, overpacked; quite congested It was hard to believe in just 17 years How much wasted time I’d invested!! Then my eyes landed on a drawer That read simply “LUSTFUL THOUGHTS” I shuddered as I scanned a few of the cards Knowing this wasn’t what I had been taught! I felt the shame rising up to my cheeks in a rush “No one must ever see this room “No one can read what’s written on these cards!” I felt a growing sense of terror and doom! I jerked one drawer out in a panic It’s size was no longer what mattered I began to smash it down onto the floor I wouldn’t rest till it was totally shattered! But somehow the drawer remained completely intact Could this be happening? Could it be for real? I pulled out a card so I could rip it to shreds But in my hands it was harder than steel!! Continued >> |
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