'tis true. i'm a-feelin bummed about growing up. yet another year of confusion about life's big questions to look forward to. but, i do realize (having received lots of lovin' yesterday in the form of flowers, a care package, text messages, and voicemail) that i have special people in my life to torment as i consider these scintillating questions. having shared these words 'o mine, i leave you with some other people's words. . .
Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
“I do that too,” laughed the old man.”
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
“But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
“I know what you mean,” said the old man.
- - - - Shel Silverstein
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