Glen Martin Fitch
AT THE POOL
'You're wasting your time.'
so leers the jock.
And I glare back.
'My time is mine to waste.'
There's what and when and how,
and where's the clock,
and I don't want
my towel and keys misplaced.
'Go on and play'
the anxious parents plead.
They fear the hesitation
of their child is fear.
Kids know instinctively
they need to watch and test
while data is compiled.
'Get down from there! '
surprised a parent screams.
Look who did what
while waiting out of sight!
Most kids will dare
a studied task,
that now the time is right.
Today's not 'bout
how fast or hard or more.
My hardest exercise
is my front door.
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