Do you want to stay asleep

In your somnabulary life

While you are sleeping

You are turning into stone

Petrifying

 

But it only happens if you let it

 

And you let it

Long before

Your hair turned grey

When you started complaining

About the yoofs

In gravity-defying

Low slung jeans

Text speak

And all music released

Since U Can’t Touch This

 

You get so annoyed

When you recall

Your comedian son

With his

‘Stop! Hammer Time’

Every time you did some DIY

 

From then on

As some sort of personal protest

Against times and tastes changing

Without your say-so

You just shut down

And let the rigamortis set in

 

Was that when you began

Your wet blanket

Dog in a manger raging

At every single bit

Of childish fun?

You’ve stopped remembering

Who you used to be

Can’t imagine life another way

 

But

 

Hey, Viva la Revolution!

It’s not too late to break free

To play out in the Sun  again

Find adventure in the every day

Once you’ve woken yourself up

 

The days stretch out to the horizon

With the promise of love, laughter

And the simple lightness of heart

That comes from taking it all

Really, all of it

With a pinch of twinkling salt.

 

Dr. Erica Wright 2014