childhood

The Lottery of School Supplies



I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately, which is dangerous because nostalgia has a way of making absolutely ordinary things from childhood seem magical.

Today I saw a kid who looked about seven or eight years old carrying a shiny new iPad, and it sent me straight back to elementary school.

Back then, a new folder could make my entire week.

A folder with a glossy finish? Jackpot.

Multicolored pens? Forget it. I had arrived.

There was something intoxicating about school supplies when you were a kid. A fresh notebook, a perfectly sharpened pencil, a pen in a color you had never seen before. It was basically winning the lottery. Except the lottery was available at the stationery aisle of the local store.

Times have changed.

Apparently, children now get iPads.

We got three-ring binders and felt rich.

Which brings me to the Powerball, currently sitting there looking mighty tempting.

Maybe nostalgia has convinced me that I should buy a ticket and finally experience the adult version of the shiny folder.

Although, realistically, my odds are terrible.

So perhaps I’ll stick with my fancy blue fine-tip gel pens.

They write beautifully.

And unlike the lottery, I know exactly where I can buy another one.

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  1. ‘Four Score and Seven Years Ago’

    Keeping “We the People Bound”

    In Elegant Lincoln Wit and

    Penmanship For Real

    So far Away too from

    Obsolete Copper pennies

    Oh What School Supplies
    Will Do When Focused only
    at the Pen at Hand Unfortunately

    Dear Miriam just too many Temptations
    of Distractions in Instant gratification for

    Modern Human Children to come to the attention
    span and focus required to Paint another Sistine

    Chapel
    Ceiling

    Or Sculpt a
    David even
    a free style ‘Fred’

    True i had to escape
    all of that to do this too

    Problem for me Dysgraphia

    Oh How Modern Tools of Technology
    Aid the Once Functionally Disabled

    For a New Creation of Humanity
    even in one Human Not Possible

    Before without the Tools Hehe
    sort of Like my Eyeglasses too

    Sort of Like the Military Gym
    And Yes those K-Mart Plastic

    Covered Weights in Middle
    School my Mother Purchased

    For me at 12 Years Old
    assisting my desire
    to be stronger
    than weaker

    Still Leg
    Pressing
    at age 66 1540
    Pounds 12 Reps
    That Child Once
    named Bird Legs
    Perhaps a Prophecy
    To Dancing Fly an Inch
    Above Terrestrial Smooth

    Store Dance Floors

    Yes More creative
    than bored indeed
    Without all anxiety
    i owe so many colors
    of my Life in Flow to the ‘Revenge
    of the Nerds’ now living in their
    Systemizing Worlds setting the

    Wings of my SouL Free as a Digital
    Keyboard playing becomes notes of Soul

    Free to
    Dance
    and Sing

    Without restraint
    of a Pen and only Chicken Scratch

    Hehe true all i could have done before

    is reach down and scratch

    Something in the

    Soils below

    my Feet

    Before Wings
    Came Free from
    This Digital Keyboard And Screen for Real

    Music of my Soul So Deep Dancing
    Singing Newly Now every Digital Key

    Opening New Rooms Doors

    From Within so Free

    Cyborg i be
    For Real Hybrid too
    Avatar Words Wings Soul Free…

    Yet It’s True without the Emotional
    Regulation and Sensory Integration
    that 24,288 Miles of Public Dance Brings
    in Spiraling Milky Way Dance over 13 Years

    all naturally innately

    instinctually

    Intuitively

    free still
    generating from Within
    With Never a Lesson or Rule before

    Not Likely that the More Challenging
    Imbalances on the Autism Spectrum
    And Bi-Polar Spectrum And ADHD

    Spectrum even Hyperlexia

    Spectrum and all the

    Intense Tactile
    And Other

    Empathic

    Sensory
    Spidey Ways

    of Being Would Have
    come Now and Spun
    16.3 MiLLioN Words

    of EPiC Long Form
    Free Verse Poetry

    on a Web ThiS WaY

    Free in an Anthology
    of Poetic Responses
    to Folks God Yes All around

    Our Globe ‘small world after

    all’ Now in Thirteen Years too

    With a Little Bite of an ‘Apple’ Still
    Now from someone Who Believed
    it is the ‘Crazy’ and Depressed

    Enough Folks

    Like Lincoln
    to Change
    Their Worlds
    at Least out of all
    The Caterpillar Stumbling
    Legs and Long Cocoons of before…

    As always seeking finding a balance
    that plays well

    to put all
    the pieces
    back together again

    hehe Like any ‘Eggman or Walrus’ Will in just another ‘Day in the Life’

    Indeed make the Best of Your School Supplies Dear Miriam
    A ‘Blue fine tip Gel Pen’ brings a sense and feel of focus

    and attention span too

    Hehe and so Much
    Cheaper than

    Modern Apples
    for the functionally
    disabled like me with SMiLes..:)

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