So there I am, chilling, moving at my own sweet measured pace, when some jerk, with a jerk pushes me out of my comfort zone. “I’m happy man,” I try to say, “I know what I’m doing. Leave me be!”
But still he keeps pushing. Every year of my life it’s been the same thing, every Spring he tries to mess with my equilibrium. He stops and lets me get accustomed to the change he’s imposed upon me. Then blow me down if he doesn’t push me back as soon as summer’s gone. “Times change”, he says, “deal with it!”
Michael D. Brooks almost 9 years ago
What comes around, comes back around. Nice drabble.
Neville Hunt almost 9 years ago
Time will tell. Thanks Michael