Thursday, November 19, 2015

Second childhood. A sonnet.

I would be cunning if I were to say,
“The second childhood does not bother me,
I do not care ‘bout keeping it at bay,
I won’t be troubled should I live to see

Its cruel effect on my petite grey cells,
My somewhat high (if questionably) mental
Capacity.” True, as the time propels
Me toward the finish, I get sentimental –

I love my brain. Yet, I would gladly choose
The soft’ning of its squiggly-wiggly matter
O’er hardened heart. I would not bear to lose
My quirks and laugh lines, specially the latter –

I’d go all wrinkly lest I fail to joy
In things like puddles, fireflies, or a toy.

Live for the Love of it,


  1. wonderful! (and me too:) have you seen the new Charlie Brown Movie? I have not but it is on my hope-to-do list.

    1. I've been puzzling over how you did the top photo...did you do the drawing as well?
      I think i need to get a Happy Meal;-))

    2. Thank you, Janet! Love this Charlie Brown - I type, and it bobbles :-)

      No, I haven't seen the new movie yet. I'm a bit afraid I'll be disappointed - I love the old drawn cartoons and classic voices. I'll give it a try, maybe it'll turn out to be great :-)

  2. I took a picture of my computer with the toys sitting on top of the keyboard!

    Yes, that's my drawing. A self-portrait. :-)

  3. 'I’d go all wrinkly lest I fail to joy
    In things like puddles, fireflies, or a toy.'

    I'm with you there 100% :)
    Quirks make us who we are.

    1. I don't follow the Kardashians, but its's hard to escape them. One of them apparently said that she doesn't smile in pictures, because it causes wrinkles. Poor woman.

      :-) !