We offer observations on the human condition from a 22 year old mind trapped in an 82 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
I was asked to honk for “Feminism.” Why?
In my youth I thought like a middle aged man.
I am a better beginner than finisher.
In my mind, a coffee shop is for bread, not lettuce.
Some scratch off cards, some life.
Love comes in many shapes, emotions and hopes.
If there is a God, he owes me a lunch-and picks up the tab.
Some arrive with a “hello” and some with a nod.
I dislike a breeze on my body unless from Mother Nature.
Regret in life? I never had a visit from the Tooth Fairy.
My mind has never been contaminated with hate.
Some burglarize life and some are the burgled.
One sees in one’s child, a sliver of self.
It is one thing to be a good person, another to be a wise person.
A fellow teacher is dying of body neglect.
Some neglect body and some the soul.
At age 82 one ponders the last words, at age, 2, the first.