Waiting for long pants!
Once upon a time
I learned growing up required long pants.
Now very young children begin life
in designer long jogging pants and other grown up
attire.
It is as if children are now expected to quickly become
as serious as the pretend grown up parents.
Yet, here am I in my seventh decade still waiting for my long pants.
It seems every day the world rushes to greet me
with a new miracle.
Morning coffee
Notes of love I find in my virtual mailbox.
At the gym are Joan, Fred, Mike, John, Bob, Lisa and many
others.
Passion spills out of this small frame.
In short pants I am permitted to effusively greet everyone.
In actual fact, the long pants have been issued.
I was ordered to stand in line to pick them up some decades ago.
I must have gotten side tracked.
Truth be told, I don’t want long pants.
I will keep the short pants; the excitement of a world which is always new;
A world waiting to be
embraced
savored
tasted
felt
and smelled.
Written November 30, 2017
Once upon a time
I learned growing up required long pants.
Now very young children begin life
in designer long jogging pants and other grown up
attire.
It is as if children are now expected to quickly become
as serious as the pretend grown up parents.
Yet, here am I in my seventh decade still waiting for my long pants.
It seems every day the world rushes to greet me
with a new miracle.
Morning coffee
Notes of love I find in my virtual mailbox.
At the gym are Joan, Fred, Mike, John, Bob, Lisa and many
others.
Passion spills out of this small frame.
In short pants I am permitted to effusively greet everyone.
In actual fact, the long pants have been issued.
I was ordered to stand in line to pick them up some decades ago.
I must have gotten side tracked.
Truth be told, I don’t want long pants.
I will keep the short pants; the excitement of a world which is always new;
A world waiting to be
embraced
savored
tasted
felt
and smelled.
Written November 30, 2017
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