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I Try!!

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I was cleaning my drawers today just to find some old memoirs, like the other day I found my slam book.. I keep on dwellin in the past! Today, I found my old report cards.. Nice comments, some nice grades too.. The one thing that really caught my attention was the printed poem at the back of each report card, "Try Again" which goes like



'Tis a lesson you should heed,
Try again..
If at first you don't succeed,
Try again..
which reminded me of my own poem, "I Try!!", I thought of puttin it up here, to save it..
Here goes;
Over the mountains,
Across the seven skies,
Where I haven't ever been,
Above tops too high,
I try,
To let my voice,
Be heard by you,
But I'll never know,
If you heard my cry,
I try,
Hope against hope,
That I'll find you,
If not in this world,
Then somewhere in the sky,
I try,
To be the person,
You wish to see me,
I'll never do the worst,
And bid you good bye,
And yet,
I try.
Wrote sometime in April, I believe..

Comments

Itsfarsh said…
First thing i look at when i hold my old report card is how silly i looked back then :) I then try to remember who my closest friends were in that grade. The Report Cards in our school came printed with a line "Keep it up!! Good Luck". It was nice when you were getting A Grades was kinda wierd when your grades were woeful.
Nice poem :) But..

To be the person,
You wish to see me,
I'll never do the worst,
And bid you good bye,
And yet,


It ends abruptly.. why is that
Sarah said…
Nice poem... We all try... :( And I think we all feel that we will never be the person that we are meant to be... *unsure*
Karachiite said…
Farsh, it ended kinda like that cuz I ddin't have anymore to say..that was all..

btw, lookin at old report cards made me feel proud of myself.. :p

Sarah, we never become what we wish to be.. life's like that!!

Thanks for appreciating ..
Khalil said…
Hey I like the poem....my old report cards used to be so bad, we used to have to get my parents to sign ours but for 6 years I forged their signiture because I was scared of the beating I would get if I ever did show them.

My brother who is many times cleverer than me and 6 years younger started the school when I left, needless to say my mum was a bit puzzled why he had a report card every term and I had never got one. I told her it must have been a new thing they started when I left :blush:
Sarah said…
^ Ibrahim lol That's so funny. Wow, you actually forged your parents' signatures! lol

I wish I could find my old reportcards, I liked the comments my teachers wrote *blush* I have my 6th grade journal that I had to keep in class and some of things I wrote, my goodness, I can't believe I wrote that stuff when I knew the teacher would be reading it. I called some girl in class a butthead in my journal lol *hijabi*
Karachiite said…
LOL ibrahim.. for 6 freakin' yrs u forged the sig.. meaning that even if u got a good grade u couldnt show them..thats sad..

btw, Mom used to put the date below her sig. everytime she signed my reports, and I was matchin the date of rcvin the rep. and the date she signed, just a days difference. :d

Sarah, did u get penalised?? :!!!: heheh
Sarah said…
lol no, I didn't get penalized. But in one of my journal entries, I was very upset, because the teacher (Mr McNichols) had just rearranged our seating chart, and now I was in the VERY last row of the classroom, and it was pretty lonely back there. So I wrote journal entry after journal entry whining about how miserable I was back there, while everyone else was seated with their friends, I would go on and on and on about how unfair it was. His response? "Life isn't fair." lol... Ufff....
Khalil said…
LOL ibrahim.. for 6 freakin' yrs u forged the sig.. meaning that even if u got a good grade u couldnt show them..thats sad..

Good grades were very much a rareity for me during school so was not really a problem.....but shamedly I used to forge a lot of stuff....off games notes, sick days etc.....
Karachiite said…
"Life isn't fair."
Wow, good going..you must be irked further.. :P

used to forge
keyword--> used to.. I reckon u don't anymore so its good now..
neuroticnoon said…
salaam,

cool blog you've got going,

well we had these things called reviews, they'd come out three times in the year, some were ok others not so good, buts its the reports we got in primary school that were pretty interesting, like my younger brother in his reception report
"Muhammed, still shows great fear when asked to use a pair of scissors and glue as he worries he may glue himself somewhere.

my english used to be terrible and i was worse at reading so i'd improvise and make up stories, and worse still my teach actually wrote that down!

ibrahim, lol we've all forged sick notes, I bet your parents wouldn't beat you, they'd proaably force you to go to extra classes.

btw you write some pretty good stuff karachite, will comment on them indiviudally!
Khalil said…
ibrahim, lol we've all forged sick notes, I bet your parents wouldn't beat you, they'd proaably force you to go to extra classes.

Maybe not beat...but is better they don't know. In my old old school I forged an off games note every lesson for two terms in a row...we used to play rugby and I hated it. I
Karachiite said…
Welcome Neurotic Noon :)and thanks..

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