Hopeful Ponderings
A hero much more than he who saved the day
Is the modest old croaker who savors it,
Just as the one who is most pleased in life
Is aware of the something that flavors it.
Same as to those who seek knowledge in life
Their time is more game than a test,
Those on the journey who go all the way
Are they who enjoy it the best.
Not worth a dime or an eyelash it is
On whose this and that are the shabbiest.
People no more or no less than themselves
Are most often known as the happiest.
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.
