The Same Old Crazy

Your days are numbered. When

you reach a certain age, let’s say

those left you are days of mundane

gray. Is it not a wonder then, in

repeating the same old, same old,

you feel you have outlived days

filled with baskets full of new things

you are able to do? Ah but, you

awaken again anyway, and today

you sense a change. For certain,

this will affect you. Renewed are

those jack-in-the-box days of your

youth with pop-up surprises which

follow a pithy plunky-plunk music

box tune. You crank the handle

knowing exactly what to expect

next. Certainly, it will be that silly

springing clown again, and yet you

still chuckle at that the same old,

boiler-plate shtick. It brings a tickle

every time. Tell a friend about it

and they will likely say you’ve been

struck mindless in the graying days

of your old age. Is it not a wonder

then, electronic technology not

withstanding, simple joys such as

this have endured such a long,

long time? And that in mind, you

smile the glee of a child, discovering

that you are the same old crazy

you have always been.

Chris Hanch 3-20-18