I'm at a time of life when there are little insights Getting older you see things from a certain place I don't mean all that philosophical stuff Just from where your eyes are in the middle of your face
There are times Life is all about Height and such The things you can and cannot do Can you get things from the very top shelf? Is it hard getting down to tie your shoes?
Changing a light bulb at the top of the stairs Getting a pair of trousers to fit Looking up to even the grandchildren now But still bumping your head on cupboards a bit
Height is one of the ways people divide us Often to discriminate or categorize There's all that clichéd list of stuff Talking around seeing each other Eye to Eye
Does it matter I stopped at five eleven and a half And never made six foot tall? I found out a long time ago that when making love Height doesn't seem to matter at all
And being a Poet it matters less There is no height advantage using lofty language There's a million ways no matter how incorrect Just using simple rhyme to say how it is!