I Want to Die a Dinosaur Sponge
I want to absorb my life
like a dinosaur sponge.
Instead, I’m a bottle brush:
reaching for all the edges,
getting into the spots no one sees,
and instead of patting my back for a job well done,
I’m fretting about all those places
I couldn’t reach.
Watch out for the legos!
Quit fretting, stegosaurus
Oh, to live as care-free as a dinosaur sponge!
Bronson, it’s good to “get into the spots no one sees.”
… vulnerable, telling, lovely poem!
There is a place for both. Lovely poem.