with such exuberance
and joy?
It’s
very early for us
and yet,
not you.In fact, it might be
late. For you.
The
shortness of
your
little livesdeserves your joyful
chasing screams.
We
scream in bars,
at the
inadequaciesof our lives, you scream
on a playground
because it’s fun.
We pout
about,
you
shout and laughand I stand in my window,
jealous of it.
The sun
on your face
is newer
than it willever be for me.
Your
high pitched screams
as some
other little one scurries about behind you
trying to tag you is something
I’ve forgotten.
I don’t
remember what it’s like
to be
that small and full of absolute innocence and wonder.
My head
is clouded with older person
nonsense,
while yours is clouded withwhat might be. And you scream and shout
with un-tempered joy at
the very action of running.
My feet
hurt and I groan
at the
prospect of sitting up.
Hey,
Kids,Don’t ever let the world
quiet your screams of defiant
joy.
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