Sometimes when
you’re singin’ the blues
it only means
you’ve got new shoes.
You gotta admire
you just gotta lean
and catch them while
they’re shoebox clean.
‘Cause nothing teaches better
life’s hard truths
of transiency
than spotless shoes.
With thanks to The Tobe.
If you find you’re losing hope
for your fellow hominids
seek out some shady park
sit down and watch some kids.
With thanks to the Ann Strychalski family album.
If life hands you lemons
or so I’ve heard it said
you should make lemonade.
(I’d make lemon pie instead.)
This grandma’s corollary
indubitably sound:
If life hands you kids
head for the playground.
Nothing is more sure
though its truth is often hid:
if you’re gonna be a parent
you gotta be a kid.
