Find My Way
by Patrick Connors
When I was young I wanted to find my way.
When I got older I thought I had found it
and wanted everyone to agree with me.
I got a little older and learned how to live
a different way and act like I was happy.
After that I started to grow up and find
the way to really become myself.
I am older than I ever thought I would be.
The adolescent angst of self-determination
has not completely left. However, I realize
whatever side of whatever fence you
are on, whether we agree or disagree
or agree to disagree, we all must find
the way to peace.
*Note - This poem is part of a Peace Poetry project commissioned by Wally Keeler in Cobourg. It has been laser engraved into a picnic table, which will be unveiled on Canada Day in Victoria Park.
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