Here is another one of those poems born from a real life encounter (hint: I am short).
More poetry on a similar topic as yesterday, about differences.
Something a bit more optimistic today.
It’s a warm Friday afternoon in July; post a lovely and delicious bit of barbecue. Sometimes a good meal can leave you sluggish, content to just sit and bask as your stomach begins the digestive process, enjoying your current company of peers. My father has instead chosen to educate my brother and me on the tired old topic that is the difference in work ethic between his generation and the more recent ones.