There's a pregnant woman in a TV commer-
cial ad
Who's crooning to the baby writing a letter
to it both sad and glad
Then with tears coursing down the cheeks
She announces the waiting's over in few
more weeks
In perhaps 15 years give or take a few
She's got more tears and now is in an
angry stew
Where has that damn kid gone is he in
trouble again?
She has forgotten the feelings she had
back then
In life, there’s plenty, and various points of view
Aged twenty, forty or more, give or take a few
Whether one has gone full circle, half or even third
This question has been asked, or you may just have heard.
When something you have done, or have decided upon
Like a referee’s call that’s been derided on
Do you calmly stay, to answer in rebuttal
Or do you go for drama, finding ways for acquittal.
At one point in our lives, we may protest or howl
It’s us who made the wrong call, or even did what’s foul
What to do after that, is anyone, everyone's guess
It would reflect our morals, the code that we profess.
Being adult is to try to make amends , apologize
sincerely, no platitudes,to those we've wronged, sympathize
Pointing not to others, guilty or not, to blame
Or say such other excuse, that sucks or just as lame.
Not seeking refuge, but owns up to accountability
Being an adult means taking full responsibility.
From all the things we've learned, what puts us to the test
To walk the talk, the meaning, separates us from the rest.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
The TRUE Meaning of Being Adult Contest - Honorable Mention
Sponsor : FJ Thomas
25 April 2015
Please,
Make yourself comfortable,
On any thought you'd like.
Sorry,
About that view from behind my eyes.
Seeing my smile is difficult,
Especially through blinding tears.
By the way,
Love used to live here.
It's just hard to tell now,
With so many depressions left,
On this brain's cushion.
What's that?
Oh sure, you can smoke.
What's a few thousand cells,
Give or take a few.
Won't be using most of them anyway.
By the way,
How did you find me?
Most friends thought my mind was vacant.
Sure, you're welcome anytime.
Just be very careful,
Next time you knock,
You might wake my heart.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
Something about water:
Ancient and ageless
The precise quantity since the dawn of creation
(Give or take a few space missions)
Partnered with Sister Sun and Brother Moon
Constantly recycling and returning
Gently raining down upon us
yet rising up in outrage and fury
Flooding the hapless, helpless land
Destroying our false idols
Obliterating our arrogant Towers of Babel
Washing away our filth
Reminding us who is in control...
Something about water:
Quenching my thirst
Pulsing in my veins
Showering me; anointing me
Cleansing me...
Busting forth and gushing from my eyes
Washing away my sins
Cleansing me...
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