This composition is dedicated to the

David Douglas High School

Classmates of 1958,

those still with us and those no longer here.

 

         Time Passes:  Discoveries

When youth abounds time never ends, there are discoveries and things never done.

 

We awaited not long for the next day to dawn it seemed like it would never come.

 

In 1954 from east county fields, pastures and wooded glens, from Powellhurst, Russellville and Gilbert we came to David Douglas High School to graduate in 1958.

 

Those were ages of virginity, empty vessels and pages unfilled, the scribes not yet found, the edi­tors un­named.

 

Along the way some trails were blazed; we named a team, picked a mascot and played “kings X”, made some cheers and shed some tears when victory was not ours to claim.

 

With anticipation the adventure sought, taken,  lived, and then set aside in memories to reside or to guide along the way to sights yet unclaimed.

 

A “Fir” became a “Celtic”, a Highlander appeared to spread the news.  Sock hops, Sweet Heart Balls, Proms and Home Comings soon dwelt in the land of Scots.

 

Like clouds of gigantic size each path opened wide revealing much more than could be absorbed on one adven­turous tour, the one re­fused must await an­other turn.

  

But what delight with uncluttered sights to learn anew some forgot­ten time, or climb upon a future now disclosed, traveling un­charted courses from the past, the present not to be denied.

  

Fifty years have swiftly slipped by, each has traveled on to destiny sought, and we raise a glass in salute to those no longer here; some challenges we’ve met and some not, and  “…time never ends, there are discoveries and things never done”.

 

Oh yes, as youth abounds, these things cycle on as the search for you and me seems not to have an end.  Where that course leads is not always clear, but  grasp it we shall not decline, for to our self the end must lead, and in silent whisper we shall loudly claim I am here or quite near!

 

But then again, the truth is not found till the end is reached in a future distant time not yet come around.

 

T. Condon, Sept. 2008 (adapted from “Discoveries” T.Condon Feb. 1998, www.condonscorner.com)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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