Poem By: Raymond Bundotich


Time moves very fast

i think it tortures us,

eighteen years now

i've been under these roofs

it's time to move out

move in, under my own roof;

i'm staring down at there memories

they are in my head,

so memorable;

as i wonder

'bout my newly found freedom

i ask myself

has my time here, taught me enough!

for me to survive by myself?

i'm not sure!

i guess time will tell,

whether i'll survive or fail.



i walk around the house

kitchen, living room;

here is where i was born

where i grew up;

these old walls, speak to me

i see the shadows, of past times

the moments!

with family, with friends

they are irreplaceable

the best moments of my life;

'now it's my turn

to have my own family

a wife, kids

become a husband, a dad

have mouths to feed,

make something out of myself;'

i laugh at the thought.



i'm nervous about leaving;

a few hugs and i pick up my bags

the last time i left like this

i was going to school

but this time, it's for good

no returns, for holidays

i'll return, only to visit my parents;

i say goodbye, i get a soft reply

they are probably,

trying to picture this place

without me around;

i walk out of the door

say goodbye to home;

welcome!

new life, full of responsibilities.