That’s All There Is – Poem #59 – From the Archives

Watching toddlers frolic at the shore with squirt guns,
building sand castles under the watchful eyes
of their beautiful MILF mothers
sitting nearby in sun hats

moist in the heat,
beads of sweat collecting in swells and creases,
I realized they didn’t know
it doesn’t get any better than this

for soon the tadpoles will be waiting in line
at the snow cone stand, drenched in hormones
cruising the Bubba Burger drive thru
totally unaware of how beautiful they are

until one day they will park beer bellies and stretch marks
in lawn chairs, dozing under a beach umbrella
covered in SP60, one eye open, looking around
coming to the realization that some how they missed it all.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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1 Response to That’s All There Is – Poem #59 – From the Archives

  1. beetleypete says:

    So true, Frank. And I love that song! 🙂
    Best wishes, Pete.

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