Thoughts race backwards…
when I was a boy
There were challenges
but mostly adventures
not necessarily problems
Growing up issues you outgrew
Life was simpler, certainly than now
Less money, more freedom
Fewer commitments, more open road
Not quite Jack Kerouac freedom, but
lots of room for imagination, and fun
Ideas came easier then
Wild ones, like
being the best baseball player ever, or
a famous world adventurer
Back then, it was ok
imagining beyond your reach
Now, I’m not quite sure
No retreating from the present
Things are great, just different
More people and things to consider
even around small decisions
That’s what adults do, I guess
It’s ok to play hooky…
at least once in a while
Let that inner child dream, play
imagine something beyond his reach
Hey, maybe I’ll be a millionaire
Poetic Alchemist 
Polona: Thanks. Why not? The kid deserves to get out and play. Go for it…
Gautami: Thanks, and glad to hear that you do!
Dan: Yep. You’re right Spanky. Wiffleball, eh? Sounds strangely familiar…
Floots: Well see there, bettin’ works (at least once in a scarce while). I wish you continued luck on all fronts. No Elvis here. 🙂
we should let that child within express himselfmore often.
love it.
My post kind of complements this. Though not strictly.
I do play hooky, once in a while..:D
Thanks, Donnie.
Sometimes that old feelin’ comes around, and I know what Jesus meant….
the wiffleball whistles,
and we be like little children
all over again.
Or maybe anew.
i play it most of the time nowadays 🙂
couldn’t agree more
and
(re this last line and our recent millionaire “conversation”)
i just won £70 on the lottery
all spent now on food and rubber boots
but you must be a good luck charm
(anyone who puts on an elvis voice after reading that will be severely punished) 🙂
cheers