When I was ten growing up seemed so far away. I couldn't wait to get older and do what big people do.
I'm older now and I know growing up ain't what it's cracked up to be You miss out on a lot of things wasting your youth on growing up.
You don't get hugs for a banged up knee or get to climb the biggest tree. Or playing marbles with the biggest shooter Flying down the street on a new red scooter. Playing on the bed with a brand new pup and making muscles for Dad.
If you grow up too soon you miss the good stuff like kicking the can late at night, (how many youngsters know that one?) letting mud puddles get in the way, making a dirt pile city making faces in class but I didn't like getting caught.
I miss a lot of things like playing with paper and sticky glue But I didn't like going to bed before the big kids do.
If you waste your youth on growing up You miss out on all the fun. But, that's the price of growing up. It's not what it's cracked up to be. and I miss being ten again.
I think I stopped counting at 15 Rusty and I never could understand why my precious grandmother who made it to 98 always would tell folks she was at least a year older that her actual years. I suppose there comes a time when we have to accept that we did rush those years of youth and trade them in on all the accomplishments made to make it hale and hearty into the years so many never see.
Hey Rusty...If you get a chance read my "Simply Life" Thanksgiving poem for the year...I played "Kick the Can" too! Smiles!
This was fun!
Boy I want to be a kid again!
Peace~
Kimmy~
Yes. Yes. But would I want to repeat my life again? If I knew then what I know know.............maybe. There'd be a few changes. A thought provoker, very well penned; well done, Rusty!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 27, 2006
Down memory lane. After the war, we would play with a ball made of paper and cloth. Today they have better balls but players get millions just to kick one of them. Give me the old times again. Victor
I miss ten too. And I played kick the can countless hours (until I was dragged inside), as I mention in my poem "Past Perfect". I loved your poem and it will linger on my mind for a long time. It captured youth for me in warm beautiful metaphors.
You mean you once were 10?;-) Sage advice in this one Rusty! I told my boys when they were 10 and 11, be the age you are stop trying to be older, you'll never be this age again, enjoy it. Fine work!
Ten was a landmark year for me - in a negative sense, though tinged with innocent observation. It was the year I started going wayward, but it was also the year that I watched Goldfinger at the cinema 3 times from Saturday matinee right through till the late evening showing had ended. I told my pals that the actor was called Seen (pronounced as written) Connolly!! I never rectified this until I think it was You Only Live Twice. Now there's a thought, Rusty, if you could live twice, would you go back to being 10 in today's climate?
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Thank you for memories, Rusty...
xo Taylor
This was fun!
Boy I want to be a kid again!
Peace~
Kimmy~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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Love Tinka