Thursday, September 8, 2022

Coming and Going

The thought of the elderly behind the wheel is a horror, 
until I think of them at dinner, pushing food off the plate 
and failing to land spoons in their mouths. 
Watching them walk? Good Lord. 
I’m just waiting for them to lean a little too far forward 
and torpedo their heads into a wall, or worse, a coffee table. 
They’re pitiful. They can’t do much of anything for themselves. 
God forbid they have to hand you a pen and paper. 
I do envy their eyes, though, 
how they look as if they’re seeing everything for the first time.
 
The thought of toddlers behind the wheel is a horror, 
until I think of them at dinner, pushing food off the plate 
and failing to land spoons in their mouths. 
Watching them walk? Good Lord. 
I’m just waiting for them to lean a little too far forward 
and torpedo their heads into a wall, or worse, a coffee table. 
They’re pitiful. They can’t do much of anything for themselves. 
God forbid they have to hand you a pen and paper. 
I do envy their eyes, though, 
how they look as if they’re seeing everything for the first time. 


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