We offer observations on the human condition from a 22 year old mind trapped in an 82 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
In America, circa 2012, hate rides triumphant.
I rarely gaze at signs of what to order, I know before entering the shop.
He hands her a bagel saying, “here’s your lunch.” Last of the big spenders.
I rarely play with my hair.
For some strange reason I prefer plastic to iron spoons and forks.
What will Mitt not say is the question.
Patriotism is a lost value in American politics.
To live in the present without knowledge of the past is a guarantee of repeating mistakes.
Some rush to sounds of guns, some head in the opposite direction.
For some, learning is a joy, for others a burden.
One can force obedience, but not desire.
A little boy enjoys laying head on chair.
For those under 30 the past is last week.
Mitt once met a wise man, gazed in mirror and realized it was not him.
I wonder if they give grades in Heaven.
Some walk on heels, some on toes.
Some purse lips, I don’t