Metaphor Notes About “Involvement”

20 May

Where ever you started or finished,

First or last, the game was won.

It all began when you dressed for them all.

Starting positions? Often left opened.

But, acknowledging there were better players on the team

That you should have passed to, when your ass

Was about to get massive grass stains

For failed fancy footwork and tripped by your own feet,

Flying in the air praying a Holy Mary,

For no broken bones.


               Oh, shit! At 70, I wake up having to remember all this again?

 Start the bus!


               Hey! I am on my way out of here, a shot of Vodka, V8 juice and a note on the chalkboard thanking all the players   

                               That dressed for them all.



Posted by on May 20, 2017 in New light/New life, prose, thoughts, Zen


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14 responses to “Metaphor Notes About “Involvement”

  1. Magaly Guerrero

    May 22, 2017 at 11:57 pm

    I really like the sound of “failed fancy footwork”. It tangles the way nicely, for the tripping that follows.

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  2. C.C.

    May 22, 2017 at 9:24 pm

    Ha…some memories do better when paired with that shot of vodka 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Mary

    May 22, 2017 at 3:54 pm

    Sometimes one really wishes one’s memories wouldn’t return to haunt one. Let them rest!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. sanaarizvi

    May 22, 2017 at 2:03 pm

    It’s certainly not easy to let go to those better players.. sigh..

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Jae Rose

    May 22, 2017 at 6:03 am

    Tsk – you always make me smile ZQ!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. magicalmysticalteacher

    May 21, 2017 at 11:15 pm

    You will always remember those grass stains. Always. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Myrna Rosa

    May 21, 2017 at 9:41 pm

    I like this. Memories at 70 and a Hail Mary for the game of life.

    Liked by 1 person


    May 21, 2017 at 8:17 pm

    Ooph! I can almost feel that fall.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. thotpurge

    May 21, 2017 at 8:14 pm

    I like what you’ve done here… dealing with the memory, saying thank you and moving on… it should be that easy!!

    Liked by 1 person

  10. 1sojournal

    May 21, 2017 at 7:03 pm

    Given time, we should be able to laugh at such, and accept that we are only human. Like the constant movement in this piece.


    Liked by 1 person

  11. Beverly Crawford

    May 21, 2017 at 1:55 pm

    Scary, isn’t it, the memories that are stored in the attics of our brains?

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Irene

    May 21, 2017 at 1:25 pm

    Ah, you remember? meant to be written for offspring…

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Sherry Marr

    May 21, 2017 at 1:17 pm

    I so share your chagrin at reliving some of the old memories. I can often be heard muttering “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” about myself, a sort of mental flagellation. I hope this suffices for an end of life Life Review, as it would be truly demoralizing to have to re-see the whole thing at once. Cackle.

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  14. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    May 21, 2017 at 12:36 pm

    Not easy to let go to the better players.

    Liked by 1 person


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