PEAK/VALLEY
He’d peaked at age nine and he knew it.
Things were glorious then.
With his body and his mind working as one
his popularity was at an all time high.
He knew everyone important by first name.
And on a good day he was the second fastest in his class.
His parents were together still.
He hadn’t yet shaved, bought deodorant,
or been told exactly how babies were made.
He knew no difference between rich and poor.
He had no job,
and as many hobbies as you could fit into a summer.
He was perfect at age nine, he figured.
And so he would spend the next seventy -three years
sitting in his attic
trying to write a book
about how good it felt.
Reading this made me wish with all my heart that I was still nine years old. Today, I am not much happy about facing the world as an adult.
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