I remember growing up
the analogy of getting yours
as to having a piece of the pie.

Before that
I think it involved land
and farm animals.

Westward expansion
was replaced
with picket fences
and warm apple pie.

I wonder what it is now.

Holidays and special events
had me eagerly anticipating
the aroma and flavor
of the apple pie
my mom used to bake.

Dreams as a kid
were grandiose and imminent.

Days consisted of sports
and video games.

Satisfaction.

As I age I continually lose
what it is to be youthful.
The exuberance is gone.

The land is taken.

The pie is eaten.

Where to go from here?

09/13/2012

Posted on 09/14/2012
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