Not So Bad

A little boy sat at the kitchen table

Eating pancakes of sugary maple.

The blaring sounds of the tv he could hear,

Of places and people far and near.

He thought of famous people on the news

Men and women who win more than they lose.

Of mansions, money, and fancy cars.

But not all, are people outside prison bars.

There are those who by greed and lust,

Think that glamour, fame are all the musts.

And in the pomp of these proud folk,

They are but hollow beings of illusionist’s cloak.

You may read this and say, what large thoughts for such a small boy.

And you are probably right.

But he thought on,

Spiraling thoughts of things now and things gone.

How troubled the world was.

How turned and tossed it all twas.

He was only torn from his ponderings,

By his dad’s loud, heavy, suanterings.

His dad walked in,

Grabbed a plate, and next to his son sat down and ate.

And the little boy had one clear thought.

Just one.

A simple one.

If he could grow up to be his dad,

The world could and would be…not so bad.