Before they launched me on a
rocket toward the sun.
I could once recite the
numbers one through ten in perfect Spanish
But now I could not tell you
one through four without a song.
I marvel and the once and
was; the child and the optimist.
Some change the world with
high ideals but most survive.
This is brilliant. At least I think so. Love the bit about the song. Sigh. You make me want to jump on beds. Yeah, don't ask.
ReplyDeleteI'll jump on beds with you! Yay, beds!
ReplyDeleteI don't want to just survive Ben. I hate just going throug the motions. Ugh.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Ben.
ReplyDeleteAnnie: I can't imagine you merely surviving Annie. You're too full a person!
ReplyDeleteBerlinerin: Thank you :)
nicely written, Ben :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. My first visit here, its nice :)
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Welcome, Shreya! There's lodging available ;) Might set up one of those red Monopoly hotels.
ReplyDeleteI feel like this. Gah, I hate growing up and having to let go of some of my ideals. I wanna stay a kid forever!!! I don't want to just survive.
ReplyDeleteThat's it. I'm moving in here. Permanently.
Well there's plenty of space. You can dance with the gnomes up top or sit on widget.
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