When troubles complicate my ways?
I lay my shoes and socks aside
And bare foot on green grass outside
I walk, with feet that grew to nines
Remembering a small-shoe time;
When worlds were made of neighbors’ yards,
Of popsicles and Old Maid cards;
Those days when it was thought grown-up
To go downtown and try your luck
At gum machines, you know the kind,
Where pleas might yield a shiny dime,
And with a wish you filled the slot
To get a ring, now long since lost.
But these days it’s not dimes or rings
I long for, I love simple things;
I live my best life when I keep
A blade of grass between my teeth.”
DDC August 2020
Musings, Moments, Memories, and More 