"Fyodor Karlovich Korf"‘Growing Up’ and Other Poetry by Nicholas Froumis The Society October 12, 2016 Humor, Poetry 3 Comments Growing Up So lucky they used to say, and it was when it was rare. But now there’s way too much gray in the thinning crop of hair. And why must you now choose here of all the places to grow? Count it all a little queer to trim an earlobe, I know. My Ladies Something I’ve learned in my house of ladies, besides approved placement of toilet seats, the general disdain for the Eighties, and the burning desire to share tweets, is the mystery of long curly hair. Surely by now they should be going bald, as again I unclog drains in despair and stare at the vacuum roller appalled. Please Turn Off Your Cell Phone We’re not landing planes in my exam room. Or directing trains, no one would assume. Just hoping for tact, when your friend beckons. But alas, you choose to react after a few awkward seconds with head down and pointer finger extended, feels like its neighbor is what you intended. Nicholas Froumis practices optometry in the Bay Area. His writing has appeared in Right Hand Pointing, Dime Show Review, Snapdragon: A Journal of Art & Healing, Ground Fresh Thursday, Balloons Lit Journal, Short Tale 100, TWJ Magazine, The Society of Classical Poets Journal, Calvary Cross, and Touch: The Journal of Healing. He lives in San Jose, CA with his wife, novelist Stacy Froumis, and their daughter. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Robert Walton October 12, 2016 It’s comforting to learn that I share the same emerging relationship with my earlobes that you do – most elegantly expressed! Reply Elizabeth Boquet October 21, 2016 The perspective of “Growing Up” — instead of “Growing Old” — has me grinning hairy earlobe to earlobe. Reply Michael Dashiell October 27, 2016 Regarding Growing Up, as I get old perhaps you do as well, I notice my eyebrows go haywire too. Reply Leave a Reply to Elizabeth Boquet Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.