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)