Moving to the Head of the Line - Poem #63

Once when I stood in a line
I was younger than everyone;
Younger than ball players
Younger than cops
Younger than soldiers
Younger than the check-out lady
at the grocery store.

Everyone was older than me;
I wanted to be older too.

Then came the season
when everyone was just like me;
ball players
cops
soldiers
the check-out woman at the store.

Time is relative Einstein said;
The time was mine
but I didn’t notice the simple joys
of Spring and Summer.

It’s only now I notice
having moved to the front of the line
that everyone I see
is younger than me.

cops
ball players
soldiers
The check-out girl at the grocery store.

Do you think they notice
the simple joys
of Spring?
Of Summer?

“May I help you with your groceries sir?”

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