Grumpy old women and grumpy old men
Stuck in the mud only sadness to spread;
Why are you grumpy old women, old men?
Your frown makes me think it’s something I said
I used “please” and “thank you”, words I was told
Mixed with big smiles were worth their weight in gold;
I waved goodbye, blew a heartwarming kiss
The scowl returned told me something’s amiss
Why are they grumpy? I scratched my small head
They’ve lived a long life while others are dead;
Surely they know time given is unknown
How we use it is only ours to own
GRUMPY OLD WOMEN, GRUMPY OLD MEN – SYNOPSIS
This poem was inspired by my three year old granddaughter who asked me why I was distraught upon returning to the car after visiting a new store front cell phone service. I told her the lady who attended me was not very helpful and was actually a grumpy old lady stuck in the mud.
For the next 6 months, with grand performance, Emma would ask any old person with a scowl why they were stuck in the mud. My poem enhances her candor with words of wisdom seeded at age 3 but needing time to cultivate as she moves through life.
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