My Place In The Sun

Those days of sitting in the shade,
Of growing up too fast,
Of feeling I was missing out,
Of hoping pain won't last,

Those days were days of being hurt,
And tears were far from gone;
They gently came and bathed my cheeks
As I went on and on.

As I went on through loneliness,
When laughter teased me so.
And envy tried to take my dream –
I wouldn't let it go.

Upon your well built walls I looked,
And saw a vision fair
Of history seeping through your stones,
And dreamed of being there.

'Twas you renewed my fervour then,
My pen it swifter flowed,
And sacred learning's door more near –
What PASSION you bestowed.

The day I reached those hallowed halls,
When getting there was done,
' Twas worth a thousand, thousand hurts,
For MY place in the sun.

Maureen Anne Browne