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Pure Joy and Propensity

Little kids keenly hover round an anthill held there by ant-motion individuality or their helter-skelter movements as a family ~ for hours and hours on end Pure joy and propensity such unmatched intensity ~ happy as cats-caught-a-rabbit all day ... Though the smile and the mess on the face of a toddler eating ice cream and cake is so open and toothy, for godness sake ~ not to mention the glee in his heart But why compare? It's not fair to mix up and confuse this fine pair ~ of acts of childlike mirth and amusement When years pass and we grow old, our enthusiasm sold to those twin ravagers ~ Time and Ill Health There still is a way, a wonderful, wonderful way for us to enjoy anthills and ice cream every day: We can light up our Muse Reignite our sleepy fuse and pen ourselves a poem ~ What have we got to lose?

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Sylvia Coulstock

Date: 6/22/2018 9:42:00 AM

I like this very much Gershon,it has lots of lovely imagery of childhood days.I also found it very inspiring succumbed as I am to age and ill health.Thank you for sharing.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/22/2018 12:24:00 PM

Sylvia, thank you for inspiring me! … You spoke of succumbing to age and ill health. I hope and pray that your recovery is on its way. Blessings, Gershon (Please see soup mail).

Mike Gentile

Date: 6/22/2018 9:01:00 AM

What a great message Gershon. I am right there with you!! A wonderfully well expressed write. I really enjoyed it. Happy Friday !!!!!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/22/2018 12:21:00 PM

Thanks, Mike. I can feel you right by my side, watchin' them ants for hours, followed by a trip to the ice cream parlor! ...And a happy Friday and Sabbath/Saturday to you, my friend!! Best always, Gershon

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 6/22/2018 8:53:00 AM

Wonderful piece Gershon. Nobody's tearing my inner child away from me. Or my ant farm. ;) xomo!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/22/2018 12:14:00 PM

Meither neither! … Although -- ha, ha -- I actually won 2nd prize in an essay contest when I was about 12. And that 2nd prize was, you guessed it, an ant colony! No sheet, mother-fudger! At any rate, the ants came weeks later in a large box - 400 of them, all dead!! Hey, you can't make up this stuff, Mo. Thought you'd enjoy this non-fiction fiction. :) gw

Lyric Man

Date: 6/22/2018 7:06:00 AM

Gershon.. I enjoyed reading your introspective, somewhat philosophical poem this morning. I especially liked how you tied childhood wonder to writing poetry.. we don't just have to grow old and senile :)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/22/2018 12:11:00 PM

Thank you for your wonderful comments … Only thing I can question is: Who's possibly growing old and senile?! … As for me, I'm not getting older; I'm getting better! (LOL; hope so anyway). Thanks, again, L.M! ~ Gershon

Susan Gentry

Date: 6/22/2018 2:53:00 AM

I like this. Captures the childlike enthusiasm. Hope it's for the contest. Should be a winner.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/22/2018 12:09:00 PM

Thank you for your generous appraisal, for your lovely visit. As for your contest: 'from your mouth to the judge's ear,' so to speak. Best always, Susan :) gw