Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Diving


The school crowd often socialized
Around our parent's swimming pools.
Most were tanned deck loiterers,
But a few were diving fools.

I was the one who placed one toe,
Into every neighborhood pond;
Envying those taking all the risks
Living life on the edge and beyond.

If life “Was a box of chocolates”,
I sampled one piece in the box...
Never consuming the entire pound,
Or spending a week in detox.

Now that I'm in my sixties,
I think of my dead friends at night;
Diving headfirst into unknown pools,
Unfettered and free of fright.

I don't think a jury could tell me,
Who lived the best quality time...
Those friends who sampled everything,
Or me who found caution sublime?



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