the past : growing up

all our children did
as we did: fall,
get up, walk, fall,
get up, walk

the pain of falling,
the shame, the spite,
the anger, overcome
with pride and joy

'now i know to walk'.
misfortune is
learning to talk
by imitation

and to smile for
sweets, to stomp
the feet on the ground
and shout for more

again fall, get up,
walk, learn the hard
way that we are not
alone, we don't get

what we want,
in place of aeroplanes
and embrace
we get a new bottle

to suck on, a hat
we hate to wéar,
first nappies, then knickers,
flowers instead of a kiss

a postcard with pink
clouds from a far place
but wanted enjoyable sex,
birthdays are shit

and X-mas is straining
our patience with
humanity: things in place
of love and harmony

we fall, we get up,
we grow up
when we can be still
and say: fuck you,

i do not need all
this, when we sing
under the shower
for no reason at all.

and laugh about
mostly ourselves,
naked, ridiculous,
but happy.

when we know
we must always
learn to walk
and that we can be

seated at the best place,
near the last and purest
joy: humour.
then we can be kind.

note:
humour is not with others but with oneself,first,
in case this has not been clear