"what do you want to be when you grow up?"
My answer is really simple for anyone that knows me...
I don't want to grow up....
Growing up is not so much fun.
I do not have Big Shoulders.
And there are times...
the weight that is placed on them,
is too much.
I always manage....
not from want, but from need.
But its life...
It is the good with the bad and everything in between.
But oh god,
to just run around in the field and chase butterflies all day....
Wouldn't that be heaven!
I am with you...the yellow butterflies I used to catch when I was a kid. That's the stuff I only dream about now.
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Yea, as soon as I belatedly realized that I was an adult, I most definitely did not want to grow up. Ironically, at that point it was too late lol.
ReplyDeleteBut Dreams can never hurt....
ReplyDeletenapa valley
ReplyDeletethis valley of grapes
cultivated by twisted minds
using multisylabbic chemical infusions
red, white, pink
all transformed eventually to green,
then converted to symbolic accretions--
Sing the praise of Mercedes Benz!
A four bedroom house crammed
with passing whimsy’s indiscretion,
but the first wines accidentally
created by shepherds,
carrying grapes in a basket
now every step measured,
nature turned into a series
of carefully controlled processes
and so when we wake up
do we begin to measure
all of life’s intimate details
rather than lay in a wet bed
of mustard grass,
throw off the watch,
watching the gentle edges
of the breeze,
Apollo’s charge or
fiery hydrogen furnace
the suns till passes either way,
as do we
I often think to my self the reason why I decided to become a teacher is so that I would never have t grow up :)
ReplyDeleteec--I thought my poem captured at least one sentiment in your post--that sometimes the world seems like a burdensome place. It is the responsibility of each of us to throw off the watch, lay in the grass and simply celebrate life!
ReplyDeleteI got it! :) Thank you.....
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