Ocean Township High School - Sandpiper Yearbook (Oakhurst, NJ)

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The stillness of death; The motion of life. One is wrong; One is right. One is beginning; One is end. One is darkness; One is light. One gives vision; One is blind. One you possess; One you must find. Which is which? Can you be sure? No one knows anymore. Scott Page 80 3f , 1V w thwmwtnxy A DEATH The grass will still grow in his garden. The rains will still freshen the stream. Flowers will grow in a wild display, For the cranes will be calming the sea. The sun will still shine as if for him, But the rays cannot touch his skin. They'll tan the memory he left behind, as the clowns continue to grin. Lori Bonifitto '81

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Meryl Grossman FOR I AM LIKE AN EAGLE; FOR I AM ME. Like the spreading of the eagles wings, I open my arms - Welcoming the world Not hiding behind lies, That build up one's ego. For lies that impress others - Oppress me . . . I am Young - But not naive. In my short life span, My mind has absorbed much, I know people . . . The Deceivers, Like the pure white snow, Tempting others to touch it. Yet numbs the fingers of those that do. The Followers, Desperately searching for their identities, But only mimicking their Leaders. And the Paranoid, Afraid to reach out to others, For fear of being rejected. Like a baby rocked in the cradle, They are afraid the bow may break. I am not included in these categories, Although I have tried them all. The Leaders and Deceivers, Must uphold their reputation. They lack the expression, of the simple innocence of not knowing, And so they pretend to know, By throwing out names, Making others look foolish. Yet they are the Fools, For I am able to inquire, Free from the imprisonment, of egotistical lies . . . And the Followers, No longer able to view themselves in a mirror, For they are now extinct . . . YESTERDAYS So now I recall, To all those many years ago. Today is like tomorrow - Forming those yesterdays that have Gone before me, and the ones that Still have to go, My yesterdays are coming together In the hazy shapes of lost times. To only find my lost tears Among all the fallen stars. As I must also fall, among the fallen, My soul looks ahead, Forgetting those forgotten dreams, Trying to escape those scenes I read. My mind has searched, Only to find awaiting in my path Fallen stars of long ago. And of all the new ones - Adding to that never ending cinema show. I wander high and low To find those special places That my soul may go. To forget, by and by, All those many years ago. David Nahan I82 Yet my reflection, ls clear . . . Undistorted . . . I exist, Not only as an image, But as a person. And the Paranoid, Fear life itself. They retreat into the false security, of a blanket, Long outgrown. But I live life, And experience it every day. People survive, BUT I LIVE. I am the only one, Who has to accept me. And so I am shielded, From Others insults. I am cautious about the friends I choose. They must be there for me, As I will be for them. I do not thrive on what others think of me. I thrive on my self-image and my self-respect. For I am like an eagle who stands erect . . . FOR I AM ME. 327 Robin Slutsky '80

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