Hey Dumb Ass

Damn…

All of a sudden I’m old. I swear that when I went to bed last night I was young. I could run and jump, play ball with the kids, eat ice cream, drink beer, stay out all night and still make it to work the next morning with a smile on my face. But when I woke up this morning, it was a struggle to find my glasses before I could see good enough to even find my way to the bathroom to retrieve my teeth from the glass on the sink.

My mind tells me that I can still do all those things that I always just took for granted. But, I guess all my sweet moves on the field of play might have soured a bit. I probably should have known something was going on when they started asking me be the scorekeeper instead of a player. But, in my stubborn refusal to age, I did not pay attention ‘to everyone who ever knew me’ and attempted to join in on their reindeer games anyway. It only took a few minutes before my body parts looked at me in shame and decided to rebel.

Hey stupid ass…you want to quit that now. Cease and desist immediately or we’ll make you pay. And no amount of ibuprofen is going to fix it either.

But I did learn a valuable lesson. Whoever it was that said ‘No pain, no gain’ was younger than 30.

15

You sweet, tender, immortal fifteen

Caught up in wonderful delusions

Fearlessly staring life in the face

Facing your future without remorse

Do not sleep away your innocents

Age will slip quietly through your door

You will awaken to find yourself

Longing for all your youthful passions

The Train

Through shoeless feet I feel

The ground trembling

I thrust my fist into the air

And pump it up and down

The blast of the horn drives me back a step

I yell, but my voice will not rise above the beast’s roar

My heart’s beat begins to match the rhythm from the sound

Of its massive wheels and my head swoons as I watch the cars gently roll from side to side…Powerful and terrifying

It seems to lift me off my feet and pull me closer

I am afraid the steel monster will devour me

My legs will not let me back away

At last I see the bright red caboose

I wave my arms wildly and in answer

To my exaggerated welcome

A grey sleeved arm

Slips out the window

The gloved hand waves

The roar subsides

The trembling vanishes

On weakened knees

I cross the tracks

Humanity

Humanity just might have a fighting chance… if it wasn’t for all the humans.

Progress

Progress is never what it seems. It hides behind the mask of deceit. Progress always means change…change means money… but it’s always money for someone who has never had to live with the changes that progress has left them. Anytime you hear that they’re going to do a thing in the name of progress, you can bet that it’s just another way of saying, let’s take what’s beautiful, or intricately crafted, and turn it into something sleek, streamlined, cold…and ugly. Without warning progress will rip the heart from of a place and steal its innocents. It will pull the beauty from everything it touches and leave in its wake a crippled used up shell of what it once was.