Another Of Life’s Mysteries

      Another Of Life’s Mysteries

I was reading “Peanuts” the other day.

It wasn’t going Charlie Brown’s way.

He really liked the little red haired girl.

When she was around it gave him a thrill.

But, like most boys his age, he was shy.

He couldn’t speak up before the other guy.

I realized just how true this cartoon was.

I was afraid to talk till I outgrew the fuzz.

Call it lack of self confidence, or even shy.

I could never be—– ‘the other guy.’

The one who is popular with the girls.

The one who gives them all the thrills.

Not that I didn’t want to be the best.

Be proud and stick out my chest.

Having a girl, one on each arm.

Hugging on me with all their charm.

But, I was the Charlie Brown type.

Never could come up with the hype.

As an adult I outgrew the shyness.

Was able to go out and try this.

I pulled it together enough in life

to finally be able to get a wife.

Now, in my older years I find,

I, quite often, speak my mind.

I don’t give a hoot what others think.

I blurt out garbage like the disposal in the sink.

Seems like life has passed the buck.

At first I couldn’t talk, now I can’t shut up.

There is a lesson somewhere in this.

It is NOT a punch in the face from a fist.

While I am trying to figure it out.

You can decide what it’s all about.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

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