Too Young To Be Old…

This past Sunday I was blessed by my great-granddaughter’s presence.
I had just finished mowing my lawn after working a couple of hours at my job early in the morning of that same day.
I was prepared for a float and a relaxing yawn.

Yet come now the arrival of Alex full of spit and fire and a little bit of malice.
So this old man who felt like he was young,
Made a fool of himself beneath the August sun.

I played games with her, some of which I have never heard, Marco Polo was a game this old man did not deserve.
Then came the ballerina swirling and swinging of arms,
Riding on shoulders to which of my dismay brought me much harm.

Rambunctious was she as around and around the pool this old man did try to flee.
Nonetheless I came out injured and sore.
And I realized that this kind of behavior, this young/old man can not endure anymore.

When all was said and done.
A broken toe and sore muscles for her was worth all the fun.

For we are given very few times in life to enjoy our children while they are still children.
And be we young, or be we old,
We take the pain, the suffering and we rejoice for our days remain untold…

I love you Alex, even though with a broke toe, I love you so.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/20/2014