We never take the time
To enjoy the puddles in our way
We go around
Or rush on through
Cursing at wet socks
We never take a rest
After a pouring rain
To find the nearest puddle
And jump into its midst
With no worries in our mind
We never can remember
The last time we played and romped
As children in our galoshes
Or bare feet if we felt bold
That churned puddles in our wake
We never can return
To the joy of puddle jumping
Our role is to be mature
Forbidden to splash with glee
At least when we are watched
Ah yes…as long as we are watched…at my age I risk being put into a home if I start doing childish stuff…crazy world we live in…was reading a book by a Belgian where she states that the older Japanese once they reach a certain age reclaim their right to fool around…good idea!
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That’s a great idea! I think we should make that age 30. Too many angry, depressed people in their 30’s and up around this place. A water balloon fight or a game of tag would liven everything up. Maybe offices should instate a mandatory hide and seek break for 30 minutes on every Thursday. 🙂
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LOL….I second the motion! A little fun by crickey! They don’t realize that what they think is a waste of money (letting people have fun) would probably actually increase their production.
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A happy worker is a productive worker. I’ve only had a few bosses that believed that. Only one of those was in an office setting while the rest were retail and food industries.
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I was once a salesperson…t’wasn’t nice of me to make that remark….pardon!
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I would never call myself a salesperson. I never had that aggression. I was a guy who got paid to put on the company clothes and help those in need. 🙂
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:-§
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Retailers would know…their livelyhood is manipulating people into buying things they don’t usually want 🙂 …how’s that for being snide!
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Depends on the retailer and the level of the job. My store manager at the video store I worked out never pushed things that people didn’t want. He learned what the customer’s tastes were and led them to a movie that fit their interests. It’s why the store was the last one standing in the region as the overall company went bankrupt. There were too many regulars thanks to my boss and those of us that followed his example. Yeah, there’s still a lot of sappy pride I have for the guy.
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Yes, I know the type you’re talking about…someone who’s worth knowing and really liked people…known a few.
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How does age matter when it comes to puddle jumping or getting wet in the rains..well yes, we definitely don’t want people 2 think we r crazy! lovely poem Charles!
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Age shouldn’t matter, but most people are too caught up in being ‘mature’. 🙂
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🙂 yes, exactly !
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This made my morning Charles. 🙂
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Then mission accomplished. I’m going back to bed. 😉
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I don’t blame you
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Great poem! I used to love puddle jumping – this made me think I still probably do. 🙂
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My son loves doing it, which is what made me think of writing it. To be that young again. 🙂
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That was sweet! I love puddle jumping and irritating passers-by…they just don’t get the idea in that! 😀
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Well, I admit that I only like getting splashed if I’m ready for it. Don’t let wet surprises.
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Hahaha! 😀
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Love this and am sharing on Facebook because I talk about why we all need to just have more fun in life…especially as we get older. Fun doesn’t have an age limit!
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