A child skipped below an umbrella,
the joy of youth insulated beneath
an innocent weapon
fighting back an inclement future.
Inspired, though not inspiring,
I longed for such a battering ram
to bludgeon the plaintive
skeptic buried beneath the years.
I tinkered with my cynicism, flirting
with the optimism of youth, hoping
I might change
or at least feint near —
Instead, though, I creep back to sleep.
I lack the energy for that particular battle.
(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott
Combo response to several prompts this weekend:
The one word challenge at Fandango : "cynicism"
Weekend writing prompt #119 : "Tinker" & exactly 75 words.
Word of the Day Challenge : "flirt"
Ragtag Daily Prompt : "plaintive"