A bright and cool autumn morn
Is leaving me feeling forlorn
Even as the obvious beauty of the day
Promises the best for work or play
I remember working with my father
Feeling how far from this I've come
I don't know what I'm becoming
As my guidance is unseen
But each intricate skill and task
I've dreamed of and now mostly done
Leaves a feeling of satisfaction
In its familiar yet totally foreign spin
On the person others 'round here know
Who is but a shell I will outgrow
I want to put myself where
There are no memories which
Constantly want to shape
The growth I have enjoyed to date.
-Kelly Voelker
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