Life in the muck

In the muckity muck
The simple times
So different
When we grow up.
Spa treatments charge
So very much
Precious pennies
Gone like dust.
To sit in the cool
This childhood mucky pool
Having fun
Just being.
Slipping and sliding
Squishing between toes
Laughter escaping between dirt packs
Clothes? Well let’s not go there
The hose will be calling
But you will remember these days of fun
When feeling old and grey
And like life is almost done.
So enjoy the simple times
Get out there and play,
Get a little or a lot of dirt on you
Because mud washes off
And the memories will remain
And when the day is done
You can look back and say
It was all worth it.
Besides, the spa charges just too much
For a proper pore cleansing,
And free is better than cheap.

Inspired by my pal over at words4jp and a blog she did earlier, reminding me of being young playing in the muckity muck. Photos found on Internet.

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