I can recall
Most anxious
To grow tall,
With each demark
Tattooed the wall,
Showed short to tall,
But failed display
Beyond that wall,
Of what import
Likened to mind,
Fixed wise be mine!
Poetry on a canapé
A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier's poetry
Poetry on a canapé 
What a great poem. So many lines on the wall all around the world, indicating growth. Yours here points to the real growth. Happy day to you and yours.
Thank you Paulette. So glad you liked it… such a fond memory of youth, going back so many years. At a time when, as you put it, that real growth was too often more or less taken for granted. Jean-Jacques
Marks on the wall were very popular once upon a time
Someone will probably find a new app to replace them…
That would no doubt take the fun of the anxiety of waiting for the next measure. Jean-Jacques
We all want to make our mark, somewhere, to denote that we were here, that we lived, that we tried to make a difference.
“But failed display
Beyond that wall,”
These are the words that resonated. Sometimes we think small, when we should have courage to go beyond the wall. Not for anyone else – but for ourselves, to confirm that we did indeed live, that we did try to make a difference.
Excellent, and exactly the point… thanks Rebecca, for highlighting it so succinctly. Jean-Jacques