Gum girl

Who would you be, if you could see the perils of me

As you reach for my finger and tell, about the gum you have to sell

What if your joy was richer than mine; would we see through a window or hide through a blind

What if your smile meant everything to me; it’s not worth a dollar if I have no time to “be”

What if your happiness captured everything I’m not; would I give it all up to sit with my mom in one spot

The laughter and smiles and mud puddle jumps, makes everything better in a world full of bumps

Life is precious as time moves on, I’ll dream of the girl with the gum from now on~

Carl Meadows
January 5, 2015