Shedding Skin

misterbooks and a wee one
Sometimes I shed my skin.
It falls like a jacket,
Heavy and folded.
It thumps to the floor.

Once again I am a kid.
I lose my worries,
Old and simple.
They bother me no more.

I run with my kids.
I have their freedom,
Young and ponderous.
My muscles not sore.

We’ll watch all cartoons.
Reruns don’t matter,
Colorful and fun.
Ain’t nuthin a bore.

I’ll trip on that jacket.
My ripple of skin,
Fits just perfect.
Adult to the core.

5 Responses to “Shedding Skin”

  1. thesleepingtypewriter Says:

    adorable poem. i love it. :)

  2. hey there sleepy. I rember your kind words from my AsylumLetters blog, nice to see you here.
    Peace and thanks.

  3. Poets and scientist (and drug addicts?) never grow up. Sometimes we just have to be who we are.

  4. Love the innocence in this poem. We need to play in order to stay whole.

  5. here’s to hoping the zipper never gets stuck in the up position……

    great feeling write….

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