In My Next Life Time
In my next lifetime I would ask for height.
My head in the clouds, way out of sight.
My hat knocked off by sequoia trees.
My arms long and lanky, swaying in the breeze.
In my next lifetime people would run down the street
Yelling “giant!” in the way of a daily greet.
I would live in Tokyo and show off my height.
People would love my stature so bright!
Children would run up to me with ladders and lines.
They would climb the rungs. I would be ever so kind.
I would hoist them on my shoulders and give them a walk.
Terrifying them, to hear them scream and squawk!
In my next lifetime I would look down on giraffes.
Calling them “shorty”, making them laugh.
I wish my next life time would start right away.
I am truly tired of being five foot two today.
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