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| I met him outside a hotel restaurant as he set up to perform. He talked a lot about himself and his future. So sweet for a young man to be so open with an old lady. I wish him well. |
The young man from Columbia
Talked to me about his passion for music
Equal to his passion for living.
The ambitious student strummed chords
The ambitious student strummed chords
Made of dreams for a future full of...
What?
More studying, learning, working, yearning?
No. He dreams of art, talent, recognition,
Success built from scratch - ing diligently,
At this rich country's door.
He dreams of giving not taking,
Except for that little push he needs
In order to contribute greatly from his storage
Of ancestral foundations, from his hard work, his song.
He sang for the life he's designing
As if he knew the lyrics of success.
I listened, smiled, encouraged
Knowing how much positive energy is emitted
By a sing along.
For Poets United.
Your interest and kind encouragement likely gave him hope on his path. I hope his dreams come true. He is doing what he loves. He is on his way.
ReplyDeleteA nice portrait in words.
ReplyDeleteThe depth and power of our ancestral origins and of music somehow feel so similar. Both invisible and incredibly real at the same time. You have captured the feeling and spirit beautifully. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWho can't help but get excited when they hear a young person talk about their passions and dreams? LOL, OK older folks have them too, but it's so awesome to talk to people who are so lit up by the things they love that it drives them to be better. That little push of encouragement costs us nothing, but it could mean everything to someone else on days when dream chasing feels rough.
ReplyDeleteMusic is empowering and it lets the soul speak of the desires of the heart. I think you captured him and his dreams. I agree sing-a-longs are great :)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful image of music and determination.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful conversation it seems that you had. I am sure he looks back on it as fondly as you do. You took time to listen to his dreams as well as his music. There is something very beautiful about that. What a connection you and he made in such a few meaningful moments.
ReplyDeleteI always love the way young people are so filled with passion to learn... this sounds like a wonderful encounter, and it makes me want to reach out to strangers myself.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful and heartening poem, Myrna 💖💖 I absolutely agree and know exactly how good it feels when someone encourages you and recognizes your dreams!😊
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely chance encounter and you've spoken to it so well here ~ captured it for posterity ~ The close on this piece is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful encounter, beautifully expressed. Many thanks. I do hope this young artist's hard work benefits him - and the world.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure he was only too glad for someone to listen to his story and take an interest.
ReplyDeleteHe recognised another artistic soul.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post, but how sad that for the young to talk to the old is a relative rarity. I heard about a study in which different ages and genders stood by their cars pretending to have broken down. The point was to see if passerby were more likely to help some types of people than other types. They were, and the type they were most likely to help were old men. This was years ago that I heard about the study, so I forget the details, but perhaps the reason for the outcome was that men are more likely to help other motorists than are women, and maybe men just feel more comfortable helping their own gender. I know it's not a great explanation, but it's all I can think of. I live on a street that is a popular walking route. Every now and then, some child will go by without an adult anywhere in sight. When this happens, I always watch that child in the hope that a parent or guardian will come along. The fact is that the last person I would want to help would be a child because I would fear being accused of trying to abduct her or him. If no adult came along, I would have to help, of course, but I would sure the heck call the police before I went out.
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