A Poem from Before Christmas Break

If a whiteboard could speak,

what would it say?

I have held many secrets.

Shh, don't tell.

I have displayed many lists.

-        lists for work

-        lists for play

-        lists for tomorrow's tasks

-        lists for yesterday's missed opportunities

-        the list goes on

I have held the scrawlings of possible

solutions to many problems.

Some became THE answer.

Many others have failed.

I have been filled with hopes and dreams

of passions and desires

and things that will never be. . .

but then again. . .

In my arms I have held the thoughts and ideas of

the many.  They fade into my background and

become part of my history, a history written

but never again read.  Stories once told

but now forgotten.  If only the letters and

numbers and symbols once gracing my

surface could remain and be remembered.

Oh, the things a whiteboard would tell,

if only a whiteboard could speak.