I don't know how to check my pulse
But I sure can factor polynomials

I don't know how to pay my taxes
But I sure can tell you who the president was in 1952

I don't know how to love myself
But I sure can tell you who sailed the ocean in 1492

I don't know how to apologize
But I sure can search it on the internet

I forgot how to love
Oh dear, the computer's got my brain

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

She couldn't wait
To go to school
Make new friends

She couldn't wait
To drive her own car
Mustang and all

She couldn't wait
For her lover to propose
Show off her new ring

She couldn't wait
For her last day of work
Retirement settling in her mind

Lying on her sunken bed-muscles sore-eyes weary-drooling like a newborn-

She reminisced her life
over
&
Over
&
Over

She had finally realized
Waiting was a fools game
All her life she had waited
For what?
The End in Mind.