every once in a while i think
of the songs charlotte use to sing
from her web down on that farm
at a better time in my life
a dozen years before
life made so much sense
and at least twenty before
i realized it doesn't
with fresh hot thoughts
and feelings of abandonment
i sometimes wished that
i was zuckerman's famous pig
now instead i aspire to be...
well i am not quite sure
but i know that it is time
i have to do grown-up things
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've shared this feeling! I relish the thought of being a grown-up though...since my childhood wasn't really one of innocence and happiness. I do find myself in the position of doing what I want to....or the grown up thing. (Most of the time I choose the grown up thing!) Very nice poem Stephen. Sincerely, Mary