I watch him walk up and down the sidewalk
with a basketball as his sidekick
bounce, bounce, bounce
No matter the day or weather
Completely engrossed in his own world
He is old enough for me to ponder
Is he unconcerned with how others might view him?
Or are his brain and body quenched by routine?
I’d venture to guess both
I learn more from watching him
Than anything I see on any screen
His actions outrank the messages being thrown at me
and those thoughts I tell myself are important
Why not venture to do something enjoyable every day?
This is the fiftteenth (#15) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!
Written by Heidi Woodard