Dissatisfaction

Watching playing children through fencing posts of home
Their Elementary School in play recess
My Mother holding firmly just in case I try to roam,
For I would like to join them I confess.

Happy shouts of laughter at release from teacher’s voice,
Arithmetic and English out of mind
Rather be out playing if the school gave them the choice;
I feel my Mother tug me from behind.

For I am only three years old and prone to wander round
The week before I’d given all a fright,
The Elementary School ground the location I was found
To Elementary School kids great delight.

In my imagination I would think of the delight
Of entering mystery buildings with the herd,
And I would watch them wistfully as they rushed out of sight
When end of recess bell chimes could be heard,

But as the years caught up with me to school I had to go
Then Mother had to push me out the door,
I’d saunter off dejectedly my measured tread was slow,
No longer now excited as before.

And from this was a lesson learned, for grass that oft seems green
On other side of fence and out of reach,
On closer look is just the same as in your yard you’ve seen
Another of life lessons us to teach!

“© Ian Grice 2008”