Aiming low is a lifelong goal

A blank stare and a cold part gave me the impression this child yearned to grow up to be a simpleton. Greeted at the door by plans for mockery and laughed about when after leaving the room. He was to fill other people’s day with momentary joy. Nicotine fingers and coffee stained teeth. Habits he picked up watching the ‘adults’ talk. Toddling through life in ignorance, a smudged and bedraggled smirk staining his face. He would get just where he was going, he just always seemed to be aiming at below average.