
My Resignation…
Author Unknown
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old.
I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it’s a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer’s day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again. I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So…here’s my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you’ll have to catch me first, cause……..”Tag! You’re it.”
I am glad that Dr. Benjamin E. Mays is now saying that the poem is anonymous. There was a time when he said on the internet, that he wrote it, and I knew that, not to be true. I read that poem in the Cleveland Catholic Universe Bulletin 50 or more years ago. I have a faded copy of a picture of it’s author, somewhere in my file cabinet. My energy level is too low to take on a search for it.
Dr. Mays died in 1984. His words are his writings and work that span fifty-nine years. Those are the only ways that Mays is now speaking. I don’t recall any of May’s writings in where he claimed literary authorship of the poem, “God’s Minute.” I do concede that in error, some preachers and/or students may have attributed this poem to Dr. Mays. I am doubtful that Mays himself would have traversed the nobility of his profession.
Hi there, did you ever get around to finding that author’s name? Thanks so much.
Well-spoken, Marcus Leathers!
I also wish to state, that there is some good material on “The Weaver”. I may have found that last verse, and the TRUE author (1950 and before), on your website.
Thanks so much and Todah Rabah!
Duane