Play

I was born and raised on the “serious side of town”. There were some smiles, but a lot more frowns. Little boys and girls played on forbidden merry go rounds. We gathered pecans, and sold them for 10 cents a pound. We worked hard in the fields, and wished for more time to play. We departed the fields only when the weather yielded a rainy day. Because of farm labor, our school was out early in the month of May. Too much of my adult years consisted of too much work and too little play. Perhaps I was bound to the child inside, who knew more work than play. Tomorrow is not promised; so enjoy today. Life need not be longed for, for it already “is” Sometimes everyone must simply “look”, and "laugh" Sure, there is much to cry about, but more to laugh about You arrive, live, laugh, learn, and love; did I miss anything? A dying cowboy looked at his feet and said, “That’s funny”. It was too painful to laugh, as he lay dying with his boots off. 10282015PS Contest, A Light To Like, Julia Ward