We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
Some have natural look of anger on face.
We cannot escape our genetic heritage.
These days nonsense readily bores me.
Some lean on hand to speak.
For some, love is their captor.
Some think from guts, some from mind.
I enjoy songs of the road.
I am a student of thinking.
Study the patterns of life.
As we grow old, we bend over more.
Some shake hands in doubt, some in agreement.
Long time since heard, “shake a leg.”
Some read newspaper with grim face.
In Depression years we grew lean with age.
Some fold arms when listening to another speak.
There is a moment in time when past dissolves into present.
Adults feel happy touching babies.
Adults will never know what the child knows.
We feel powerful paying dinner for others.
Some are strollers through life.
Some climb physical mountains and some mental ones.