On Account of Growing Up
by Franco Bertucci
I have lost my appetite
for certain things I used to love
so much that I could not imagine
not loving them someday,
on account of growing up.
It broke my heart to think
that someday I would rather sit around
and talk and drink and laugh at kids,
than be a kid- fighting pirates-
running from sisters and female cousins.
But it happened,
and when I notice, it makes me wistful.
So I try again to love my boyhood loves,
and truthfully, it's not that hard
to rekindle- make something of the old spark.
Climbing trees, for instance,
is almost as good as it always was-
and I get excited.
The feelings that come back as I leap!
But I know better.
There are bigger fires burning now,
that take more work to tend,
that take more fuel to keep,
and give a lot more heat.
Some loves I have grown out of,
but not yours.Poems and other embarassing things. 2010 Franco Bertucci