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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?

Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018

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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. Login to Reply 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 !!!!! Login to Reply 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 Pigeon Tart 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! Login to Reply 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 :) Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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