Poetry Challenge, v.4.0, Day 15

And this should finally get me all caught up.  Yep, it's that day, every year, when all kinds of people start scrambling to get those taxes done.  No matter how early I intend on doing it, I usually end up waiting until at least April 1st.  Oh well, I got them done in plenty of time this year, and everything is hunky-dory.  I hope that all of your tax prep went well, readers, and that you are having celebrations of getting your refunds, if you haven't gotten them already.  After all, who knows what the next year will bring.  I'm sure it's going to be a lot less fun for all of us, economically speaking.  But enough politicking, let's get to the real reason we're all here: poetry!!!  Why else would you tune in to a blog about a fat kid on a bicycle?

Sometimes, Something Else

Sometimes,
I lie awake at night and think
about the sad and lonely people I see each day,
and how some of them don't even know it.
I wonder if they would see it if I showed them,
if it would matter,
if they would do something about it,
or if they're so used to it they would defend
the sadness, simply because they are afraid to try
something else.


Today also happens to be my mother's birthday, and so I wanted to take a moment to give a shout-out to my mom, who taught me how to look at the world in awe and wonder, and to express myself.  I owe you so much, Mom, that words cannot do it justice.  THank you for the opportunities you gave me, for the encouragement and understanding through the years, and for the never-failing love with which you and Dad guided our family.  You did take the road less traveled - and it has made all the difference.

Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid