The Gomez's Of 1970 Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

The Cycle of Life - Class of 1972

The past is part of life we indulge to happen, which we cannot change but to live with it as lessons and examples for the youth - good or worse. I believe God created the cycle of life, placed us on this earth with equal share of knowledge and abundant needs of life so we can learn from each other. Then the old becomes part of History, to be remembered, while the 'young and the restless' generate and to innovate all things we unperfected.

Interests and hobbies make one person differ from one another. Those with common ideas intellectually interface to one another:

Poets and writers tend to communicate with words and express of what their mental eyes see around them. They share their emotions in the wit of diligence and inspiringly commit themselves to be heard.

Artists, on one hand, collect their imaginations and draw them in lines, paint them in colors, or mold them into objects that bring inspirations to the eye of their beholder.

The monomania of Athletic lovers triumph their joy up-high-fiving for the starry performance of their teams - in fields or on plasma tucked on their walls. They thronged themselves in the bleachers or in their couches and separate themselves momentarily away from whom they're uncommon with.

Then there are the musicians and singers who share their music to lift the souls of the sick, the dancers to dance, and to make the 'wannabes' catapult their voices in shower rooms or Karaoke bars. Above all, these are people who makes the 'who we are' now.

Yes! We differ from one another on all walks of life and the degree we hold that separate lines amongst us. Yet, it was the extradition of our youth from barrios of Bani then Western Pangasinan Lyceum collectively formed these teens into one class of 72 but vanished on the crossroad thereafter. We became travelers of our own destiny and builders of our own future. We became parents/ grand-parents which were unheard until the electronic evolution partook over the datum of our lives and now shared. And I am truly glad to be a part of your circle despite of being an outcast of the 72's. Thus, learning the 'whereabouts' of you awakened me 'back in the past' where it all begun…..

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