Although I wear a tie like businessmen,
I skip along the street as though a child,
not fifty years of age, not even ten,
and even twirl as if I have gone wild.
The people passing by me often stare
and smile or look puzzled at my skipping,
a sight that in the world is likely rare,
or think perhaps on drugs I must be tripping.
But this for me is soulful exercise
that makes me feel I am a kid at heart
though in a grownup’s elegant disguise,
but full of joy and awe as near life’s start.
We’ve got to be like kids to go to heaven,
so Jesus said. I skip as if I’m seven.
Mario A. Pita