Alan Wold, writer and teacher

I was there...

Do you remember me? 
I remember you. 
But, I can't tell you that.
I am too embarassed. 

I was there.
I had a golden ticket.
I squandered my chance.
I am too embarassed. 

But, I remember you.
I know I was there.
I will try to make up for it.
Someday, my fear will no longer hold me back. 

- original poem by Shannon M. Turner (c) 2010