A friend said everyone has to grow up.
He said it like a man who had been
molded by someone else’s hammer.
It heated me and made me malleable
like burning kittens or drowning puppies.
It is hard to grow up, friend.
if we die too young.
Lets make paper airplanes
with scraps of paper sent
by the bill collectors.
Lets ride a bike around the lake
with a little ginger ale in our bellies
and a plumped up grin
to meet the noise of the old people
doing the boring and necessary things
to keep their lines and moles in order
Lets walk on the beach and kick the waves.
Lets pick up rocks and suck on them.
Lets climb the mountains and jump off
giggling fear into the abyss
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radloffpoetree…….long time its been. I’m not afraid when bugs fall out
its when they refuse to that creeps me out…
Everybody must grow older.
I have met too many
50 year old children
to believe we don’t have a choice.
Still spinning themselves silly
in the fields
on the edge of town.
Still picking wildberries from bramblepatches
and wiping away juices on the backs
of wrinkled hands.
Pick some flowers
put them in your hair
and do not be afraid
when bugs fall out of them.
Yes, let us. Reading this is much satisfying. Well, enough belly fills were in here, weren’t they? Nice
great poem, especially
“Lets pick up rocks and suck on them.”
A fun sentiment to share in your poem…thanks for the smiles.