I’ve grown up and out of so many things…
the toys, transformers, and G.I. Joe guys that I used to bring to life,
the football cards and basketball games.
The clothes from my youth are now antiques.
I just keep them in my closet as my memory’s keepsakes.
I’ve retired my very last pair of superman underwear.
My main form of transportation is not an A-team big wheel.
My shoes don’t velcro.
I’ve grown tired and angry at so many things…
the weather effects my moods.
I complain when things aren’t going my way,
refuse to eat anything with mayonnaise on it,
and won’t respect an opinion from someone I don’t like.
I kick furniture sometimes, punch walls every once in while,
and can’t always communicate my real feelings.
I’m trying to grow humble and content with just about everything…
It’s easier, now that I’m starting to know myself.
I appreciate coffee in the morning, so I drink some.
There are people I really enjoy having in my life.
I make efforts to see them.
I like to be alone, in the woods, and I walk back-country trails.
I’m still a giant fan of velcro… so it might be time for new shoes.
— leest1 —