The Forgotten Door

Restaurant

I stopped my car halfway between
Atlanta and my destination
At a parking lot shared by a gas station and restaurant
To refuel both my vehicle and myself
The day was very bright and warm

The restaurant was very dim and cool
And as I entered, I saw red plush carpet and red walls
Red candles on every table and
A Gold shield behind the cash register in the front
There was a short buffet table in the back

It smelled like 1968
And the strangest feeling came over me
As though I had walked into a travel stop restaurant
45 years ago

I expected to see my mom and dad with their three little kids
My parents young again
And us kids either laughing or fighting
Or both

In a place I had no memory of ever being
Until that exact moment
When I suddenly remembered everything

And I remembered also
That every day at work
I walk past doors I’ve never opened

Maybe our memories and our minds
Have a lot of these doors
If we only knew
How to open them

Different Paths, Same Trip

Grave Path

Power, freedom, responsibility, diminishment, and death
This is the typical journey from childhood to the grave —
If we are granted that much time

Small children see that bigger people have more power,
And they want to acquire it

Teens see freedom as the big prize of the next age:
Freedom to do as they want
With whom they want
When they want

Young adults realize that the next stage for them,
Whether in a job or with a family, or both
Is one of taking on more responsibility.

Adults toward the end of their working years
Realize that physical and mental breakdown
And diminishment of capability
Comes with aging

And, at the end of it all
Is the inevitable
Death

We all travel different paths
But we’re all on the same trip

Follow The Leader

Geese in V Formation

Follow the leader, here you go
Think about this, ’cause I say so
Write about that, it’s what’s today
Care about this, because I say

Fear not if you have no thoughts
I am here to call your shots
I’ll tell you what matters now
Tell you when and what and how

The only arguing that’s banned
Is anything not second-hand
Stay with me, you can be sure
You will know the Cause du Jour

Vexed Sarcasm Land

Vexed Sarcasm Land

Greetings and felicitations!
Here in Vexed Sarcasm Land,
We are having celebrations
That you all can see firsthand.

We’re enjoying our successes –
Jobs and parenting and such:
Please forgive us our excesses;
Just like us, it is too much.

Vexed Sarcasm Land is waiting
For all who would head our way:
Though our revels are abating
V.S.L. is here to stay

As a Bonus, Below The Video, You Can Lose All Faith in Humanity

YouTube

I don’t think there’s a scarier
Or less lucid selection

Of humankind
Than those you’ll find
In YouTube’s comment section

Although they raise a question
Which has not, as yet, been solved:

Just how did all these
Heads get missed
When human brains evolved?

Libraries

Library

It was because of a place like this
From the slums my mom escaped;
And ’cause I hid in a place like this
My early teens were shaped

‘Twas from stories hidden in shelves like these
That my heart found it’s release:
Libraries may soon be a thing of the past
But to me, they always will be… peace