By: Margot Newcomer

Standing on this stage, my life flashing before
My eyes, I remember a time of Youthful
Bliss where the impossible was possible.

Singing sweet melodies to Snow White and
The Wicked Witch, six with fans hanging
On to my every Judy Garland high note.

Caesar of the chlorinated battlefield at ten,
Standing ten feet tall, feeling I was the next
All-American Wheaties’ Box golden girl.

President of the UN while representing
New Zealand at thirteen, realizing that
Night dreams would be my reality.

But here I stand eighteen years small,
With only one piece of wisdom gained,
Realizing the possible is impossible.