Thinking of titles bum me out

Bonus Description: laughingly realize something about yourself

On a side not, Jack Prelutsky looks like Santa Claus.

Be glad your nose is on your face

Jack Prelutsky

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you’d be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place–
be glad your nose is on your face!

The poem reminds you of the fact, albeit in a childish manner, that your nose is perfect where it is. There are plenty of things in life that our mature brains cannot perceive or even remember without the help of young brains who can only process their direct surroundings. The poem uses a childish tone because we wouldn’t be effectively reminded of the placement of our noses otherwise.

A mature man will find it difficult to find wonder in the way mundane things take part in our world. He will need a young child, whose brain soaks up everything it encounters, to help him see the wonder of our world. A father can teach his son about the practicalities of life, but it is the son who must teach the father of the wonders of life.

Bringing you back you inner child at 3:19 AM.

~FromMars