Walking through the middle of the street
when someone shouts O Rambling Wreck
I look around to see a man
waving at me with his big strong hand
You see I had been to Georgia Tech too
he says with a sense of pride in his eyes.
It's a tough school he says to go you see
with a little tear and pride in his eyes
That sense of pride then floods through my veins
as passers by give us a fleeting glance.
To two talking strangers, smiling at each other
and sharing their experience of their great alma mater.
It felt good to meet another fan of Tech
From the year of 1979.
That sense of belonging we shared together
of both the sweet and the trying times
And this is not the very first time
that some Georgia Tech ranger has called out to me
Seeing my very Georgia Tech jersey
is how from they crowd they have recognized me.
This love for our fellows let's all carry on
Keep those GTech fires burning on
In your hearts and your minds lets love each other
Lets be bonded like no other.
when someone shouts O Rambling Wreck
I look around to see a man
waving at me with his big strong hand
You see I had been to Georgia Tech too
he says with a sense of pride in his eyes.
It's a tough school he says to go you see
with a little tear and pride in his eyes
That sense of pride then floods through my veins
as passers by give us a fleeting glance.
To two talking strangers, smiling at each other
and sharing their experience of their great alma mater.
It felt good to meet another fan of Tech
From the year of 1979.
That sense of belonging we shared together
of both the sweet and the trying times
And this is not the very first time
that some Georgia Tech ranger has called out to me
Seeing my very Georgia Tech jersey
is how from they crowd they have recognized me.
This love for our fellows let's all carry on
Keep those GTech fires burning on
In your hearts and your minds lets love each other
Lets be bonded like no other.
~~~~ Composed on the evening of August 12th, 2011 ~~~~
I met a Georgia Tech alumnus today while walking through the streets of San Francisco when returning back from work. The few moments that followed, the conversation we had and the change of emotions that the man went through inspired me to write this after a gap of nearly 9 months. Something that touched me and reminded me of what a great school I belong to. A school that students are proud of, even after 32 years for this guy. Hey left an anonymous memory which will remain with me always through this short poem. The guy had to drop out of school after his Junior year but still the pride showed and was strong.
