After crossing the field,
Bunches of toddlers wobbled and
Crept over the grass
Dressed like animals of almost
Every species, from a duck to a bear to a
Frog to a fish to a bird to a
Goat to a kangaroo to a cow to a
Horse, and so on!
In the sweetness of their curious eyes,
Just about every color of the rainbow shone.
Kindly washing over the little town.
Lately, a dreary curtain had descended
Muting the grown-ups in monochrome and silence
Never a trickle of sunlight or a sprinkle of rain
Overcast, nonetheless, with boredom and bills.
Pretending content as practiced daily
Quaintly noticed the tiny parade
Remembering a playfulness not nettlesome nor new
Swamping around their feet
Tuning their eyes and cheeks fine with life
Unlocking youth that was not lost, but put away
Vicarious with the doubt that comes with age, however
While boundaries of decorum “must be maintained,”
Xenial is this such life, with color and sound and smiles.
Youth is wasted when ignored
Zero to none when you turn from the sun.
Published inMain
yes I know this feeling well. it increases with age. zero to none when you turn from the sun…good ending