Vincent Acosta

A memorial from Vincent's sister


Thanksgiving 2000

Well... it's that time of year once again, where we reflect on the things that we're thankful for and share a season of missing our loved ones who are no longer with us.

To keep my brother's spirit alive, this year I'd like to share one of Vinny's poems that was written for the seniors (class of 1978), while he was a sophomore in high school.  It reads:


The Turnstile

And the turnstile turns.
Will it stop where we would like it to,
or will it carry us to unknown, unplanned worlds?
The turnstile stops.
Someone gets off.
Everyone moves up one
As the new person gets on.
He is nervous and timid,
But he gets to know others,
An grows into this family.
We laugh, we love,
We cry.
Again, the turnstile turns and stops.
She gets off.
My only real friend.
Will I ever see her again?
Only the turnstile will tell.
Is it my turn already?
"But my friends, we...."
The turnstile stops.
It will not go again until I get off.
I want to stay, but I cannot ruin the future
That my friends have dreamed of.
So I exit.
But not before looking at the people inside.
Toward the back,
They are frightened, yet determined.
As my eyes move toward the front, where I am standing,
The determination seems to wear thin.
I step off, looking to see the person taking my place.
He looks strong and full of ambition.
He doesn't hear me
As I wish all of God's blessings on him.
I look forward.
My future looks fine ahead of me.
This is the stop I had hoped for.
I am lucky.
I turn back,
To the memories I left behind.
And the turnstile turns....

Vince Acosta
May 12, 1962 - July 8, 1992

Thank you all for being a part of my life.  Any time spent is significant and it helps to mold who we are or who we want to become.  I am extremely grateful for my family as well as my friends.  We all are an extension of each other and have specific roles to play in each other's lives or meaningful messages during specific moments


Copyright 2002
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