Coming from the Northeast, I've gotten used to fast pace
Indulged in activites, I feast upon my vast experience
From softball to long jump to winning a race
All the clubs became a lump in each of my days, full of intense
demands and schedules and deadlines and such
All while learning of molecules and authors and formulas
I ran the music department as pres, played the flute and enjoyed much
My school treated my lament in a Martin Luther King assembly with
applause
A girl scout for twelve years, yeesh, it's a long time
First day on the swim team brought me to tears, my coach wasn't so
dear
Working at a credit union through school trying to figure out how high
I could climb
The school's news production was cool and instilled no fear
I finally found somethine well noted that became quite enjoyable
All while being voted most friendly and reliable
I was inducted to NHS, WLHS in German and Tri-M Modern Music
Masters
The work ethic and time-management I conducted soon became the key
I volunteered in the Red Cross and trained for disasters
I knew everyone I could name and everyone knew me
My writing was sent and published in an anthology
And then off I went to Idaho for college
And became a star player in ultimate frisbee
As I continued with layers to increase my span of knowledge
The cycle repeated once again, which I gladly tool hold of during my
stay
With capoeira and yearbook, swing kids and more
I spent time participating in serving with smiles every Saturday
Competed in dance, the 5K or 3.1 miles, bocce ball and croquet, I loved
doing all four
My cause in life was to be friendly and kind
And soon this future wife found a husband, oh what a find
From there, this extrovert was as happy as can be
I had collected many people with a huge effort throughout my life
But now it was just my hubby and our new baby made three
And then here in Vegas, Cubby became a simple housewife
Goodbye society and the social circle I loved
Hello to a little isolation and special time alone with my son
Soon this busy beaver felt a little shove
In a direction that only the dizzy current dreamed of and it was done
I felt like a blind woman feeling things out
And longed to find the days of interaction and fun
My life had become a dry, deserted desert from the inside out
Where conversation was dry and little in bewtween, shriveled from the
sun
As this waterless beaver crawls through the loneliness in the sand
It hopes one day to fall upon more water and a jovial hand
*Cubby is an old nickname I had as a child learning to walk
