Tell me about it,
About how you would pause,
pause and read.
What was it like?
What was it like to be so close to the stage,
the play, the lights, the excitement and,
and never get to see any of it?
Didn't you ever wonder,
wonder what it would be like to be up there?
Or to just be in the audience,
with the affluent.
Didn't it upset you that you never got that,
never got to be part of it in that way?
Or that you had to pick up after them?
Oh, Gran, tell me about it.
Well, we can say one thing,
one thing for sure.
He is closer to reaching his dreams than I am.
Such effort,
such effort put into something can go a far way.
I feel like the dog hiding in the corner.
Not really doing much with my life,
at least not right now.
How about you?
Are you doing much with your life?
Are you reaching for your dreams?
I like both of these pieces very much. Your language captures the all-American, frank but nostalgic nature of Rockwell's work, I think. I often think something similar to your piece on the scrawny weightlifter when I see people jogging super slow down the sidewalks. They're barely moving but they're lapping me as I sit on the couch and do nothing! : )
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