Secrets, secrets, don't make friends they told me
But I didn't listen. I had secrets
I kept them to myself and told no one
I was worried that others would judge me
When they learned about my secrets. Others
Had judged me and I lost many friends from
What I had told them. Some didn't believe
Some chose not to, but others were scared of
What I had to say. I had discovered
The secret of life. I had figured it
Out when I was younger reading a poem.
It was by my favorite, Shel Silverstein
Where the Sidewalk Ends. I would read it
Everyday and realized the importance
Silverstein was a genius and told me
The secret of life. At first I didn't
Say anything to anyone about
My new found secret. Who would believe a
Seven year old girl? So I kept my mouth
Shut until my friend's eleventh birthday
Her wish was to know the secret of life.
In her closet we sat in the dark while
I whispered to her the secret of life
She judged me and said I was crazy, I
Couldn't possibly know this big secret
I kept my mouth shut again until I
Was thirteen when I told my cousin Bill
He didn't believe me and continued
Not believing anything I was saying
Not until you that someone believed it
_________________________________________Poem of the Day: The SecretBY DENISE LEVERTOV
Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.
I who don’t know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me
(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even
what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,
the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can’t find,
and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that
a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines
in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for
assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.
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