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Being Human

I will probably be late to my own funeral. The day before I was born I was clinging to my tree like a sleeping monkey. Being human is to shed skins each day. Being human is to know that you are not, while acting as if you are. Those skins are slippery, bananas' left for others to slide upon, and they will just make folks mad at you, so be tidy. You are a mighty onion and inside your many layers a real human awaits your last grand peeling. Be good, and always pass around your best wine. Me? I'm still swinging from the tree of life eating bananas, but I am as human as I can get for a person with nothing much to preach.

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Lin Lane

Date: 12/12/2021 9:27:00 AM

I think your kind of thinking should be preached. It's a humble person who can call himself a monkey. lol I like this one, Eric.

Eric Ashford
Date: 1/16/2022 10:39:00 AM

Hi Lin, it behooves a jobbing poet to be humble in the presence e of his/her peers. Thanks you.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 12/12/2021 8:52:00 AM

Eric, I can't tell you how much I like this poem, but it is so me, and it is so well-done, let me just say a big EXCELLENT. I particularly liked "Be good, and always pass around your best wine." Wonderful advice!

Eric Ashford
Date: 1/16/2022 10:40:00 AM

Thank you for this warm review L. Milton, it is very much appreciated.