Monday, May 16, 2011

The Good Old Days

Today I decided to share some old poetry with you. My mom recently reminded me of this gem, which I wrote when I was a teenager in the Army in 10 minutes between Russian classes.  Like so many poems it just came to me and I jotted it down.  Apparently my mom still has the original, but here it is for you to enjoy.  It is titled Ode to the Womb, and speaks of better times.

Ode to the Womb
Oh to be in the womb again
Life it was so simple then
Just sleeping and eating and sleeping again
Amniotic fluid was my best friend

The umbilical cord was another friend
Always had food which he would lend
And what's more each and every day
He carried all my waste away

The night was dark, and so was day
It was a nice, warm place to stay
I could go for a swim or just hang around
Because that life-sustaining fluid did abound

But as time went by and as I grew
The time would come, and soon, I knew
When I would have to relocate
And this was no cause to celebrate

Then came the day and I did fight
To keep my home, with all my might
But it's hard to win when you're not too stout
And your landlady just wants to get you out

And since that day I have not found
No matter how much I look around
A place with half as good a room
As my safe and cozy rent-free womb!