The endless Summer
or the idea of
is a wonderful thing.
And it was
when Summer meant roaming the neighborhood
riding bikes everywhere
spending your day at and in the pool
A blessed three months of nothing to do
before the bell rang again
Now its one hot day
then another
With no relief from the heat
or anything else in sight
You sweat another day
sweat from the heat
the small stuff
the big stuff
and all the in between stuff
It’s all supposed to be small stuff
but some don’t know how to measure
One mans molehill
is another mans mountain
Some conquer
plant their flag
Some don’t make the climb
Afraid of the stop at the end of the Fall
There was a time when we feared neither
the Fall
or the stop
No thought of consequence
We couldn’t fall
After you pick yourself up enough times
you not only think about it
you make decisions based on
how best to avoid it
You hesitate
You sweat
That’s when Summer really ends
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