When I was a kid, I
thought like a kid —
I was a kid,
you dig it. But
a hundred and fifty years later,
that’s a whole long time to
wait for the train.
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I think there’s a different level of consciousness at work here. Maybe we must embrace the inner kid?
When appropriate anyway.
That is so apt.
Seems so to me, too.
Very egnimstic.
Sorry I meant ENIGMATIC.
Thank you. Perhaps because it is part of a longer poem but basically it’s about acting one’s age.
With this particular prose, I heard that he was at a clear loss of what being a kid was like vs being an adult. Or maybe I started thinking of myself.🤔
This excerpt of a much longer poem that was first published as a chapbook before being included in one of his books runs on for 9 sections. It really deals with the passing of time, of the death of loved ones, of how things, people, change over time. So one’s thinking, one’s perception of life, changes, too. I think your reading of it, though, when applied to that excerpt is a valid interpretation.
And so fitting and easily applicable for the age and passing of time dealings of today. Your poetic reads are always a ponder.
Thank you.
Best always!