Ode to Spring

This is a poem my friend Shane wrote, and when I read it the other day, it struck a cord with me. Not because of the time of year, but more because of the time of life. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did.

ODE TO SPRING
Spring is in the air and not a moment too soon.

The days are getting longer & the warmer weather is slowly coaxing us out of our winter sleep chambers.

Still groggy from our hibernation ritual, we venture outside the familiar cave walls and into the bright, bright, sunlight.

We leave behind the safety & comfort of our beds & the companionship of our pets.

We leave behind a mundane existence of robotic emails, monotone voicemails, and cowardice caller ID.

We leave behind a kingdom ruled by recliners, remote controls, and low blood sugar.

A world of discarded fast food containers and bad DVD rentals.

A world devoid of what Rick Springfield would call " the human touch".

We have been sleeping entirely too much and for entirely too long.

Some of us have been drinking more than usual, some of us less, but most of us have been smoking far too many cigarettes, lighting our next one off of the butt of the one we just finished smoking, and choking on it, we press on....and on and on and on and then it all goes away quite rapidly, so easily, deliberately, unwittingly numb we all tend to agree.

We must learn to embrace despondency.

Endlessly, effortlessly, we must learn to embrace despondency.

It is time to step outside for some fresh air & some exercise.....we fumble for our sunglasses and prepare to re-join the human race, already in progress.