The Secret

Turn the page
to another age
a different face
a different pace
an awkward walk
and a constant stare
to try to figure out all that's there
who they are
and what they do
and most importantly
who
is who

and as I think back
to that crazy rink
of terror and of praise
when many would
raise
the roof
to prove that they were living
and others spent their time giving
into
solitude

so when I
somewhat inbetween and shy
gave invitations
to different girls
and guys
that I had made
I never once thought they would come
and yet my party was full

full of people of young and old
something my heart needs to be told
as in later years
I find more frustrations than causes to sing
and pain, things often bring
whether in words or in acts
or hard, real world facts

but here we are
still the same
and when I think of my name
which once was longer
and now is short
and can always retort
to tell once more
of how there is nothing worth longing for
more than love
and that is a gift
we don't have to shove
or pull for
but accept

if I truly got it
it would not be a secret kept