Life: glass half empty version.
March 29, 2015 § 10 Comments
You’re too young,
irresponsible, whiny, mouthy, impulsive.
Too drifty, dreamy, dumb to
pass math, finish your science fair project,
dodge summer school.
Too short, scrawny, knobby, chunky, zitty, metal-mouthed
to get asked to the dance
be called “popular”
kiss a member of the other team.
Too trapped; your bike has a flat.
And no, you can’t borrow the car
for another hundred years.
And even then it’s
You’re too busy.
Getting that degree, that job, that house,
that—oops, where did that baby come from?
Too puke-stained, caffeinated, exhausted,
scheduled, memoed, networked,
You need to mow the lawn,
and can you pick Tommy up
from soccer practice?
You’re too burned out.
Can’t keep up with these
Fresh-out of biz school kids.
Thinking retirement, but at thirty
“old” seemed too far away.
And now “old” is too close.
Like objects seen in the rearview mirror.
Got to hang on a couple more years
or three or four.
Too bad Walmart doesn’t hire greeters
You’re too old, irrelevant, achy.
Too small for your skin
Too quick to forget where you put your glasses,
too long to remember
that night back in ’57.
Too weary, stale, querulous, nostalgic,
Too powerless and long in the tooth.
Too expensive to maintain.
Alll those pricey meds–
and you’re in the donut hole.
You’re too dead and gone.
That was it?
That was the ride?
It was too short, too confusing,
too busy, too distracted,
too hit-and-run and
Dead is too long.
Got another quarter in your pocket?
Let’s try this ride again.