Death is Laughter’s Reward

Childhood is a funny time to be.
Swift as nightfall it goes out,
Treading on your cashmere smile
Wink and nod at sprouting hair.

But better not speak of it, you
Can never know who’s listening.
Though it’s fun to try, at least
Enjoy the idea someone cares.

With enough idle time of course,
You could reclaim that feeling of.
Damn, It was here a moment ago.
But now it’s lost, let’s see, no.

That’s not it, the Philip’s head,
Damn you boy, your worthless.
When I was your age I could strip
an engine with half a toothpick.

Well, well: a long cylindrical
tube, constructed of stone.
From which water is drawn,
Out of a deep wooden bucket.

Once I would have been quick
To respond to such arrogance.
Now you’d only hear me sigh!