Today’s prompt: When you were a child, how did you imagine your adult self? Are you living your dream? Did you take a far different road than what you imagined? Or is your life exactly as your youthful self envisioned it to be?
I was born at an early age
As a boy I thought the things of boys.
Playing test cricket, riding the range
Defeating the baddies, reading Famous Five.
The things of adults were distant, not a consideration.
I thought of driving a fire engine
I dreamed of hooning round in a Lamborghini.
I never once imagined the adult I am.
Becoming a teacher, was a good idea at the time.
I fell into it rather than chose it.
But I’m glad I did.
It wasn’t that I had inspiring teachers
I met them later in other classrooms.
But I liked being around people
I wanted to see the country
I knew they would send me to
Some far off place
And they did, though not as far as some.
I don’t think the boy of my youth
Would recognise the man I am.
He would never have envisioned
The pain of adulthood,
The collected humiliations of growing older
The methods used to survive
To bring up children
See them thrive as they do.
I was naïve as a child, less so as a man,
Wiser in older age,
I should have it worked out
Hopefully sometime before my end.