Upstream

A cup of water with one last drop
The lonely kernel that didn’t pop
Near empty lake with one fish left
All will be gone when it meets an end

A single book collecting dust
An older truck still making rust
Forgotten things, remembered last
No one wants to be left in the past

Be that cup with a million drops
The bravest kernel that was first to pop
That empty lake with one fish left
It swam upstream and found a friend

A rare book resting on a shelf
Sometimes rust’s a sign of health
We don’t make new memories
To forget the past
But to look back
And smile at what we had

—Connor