The story of the cricket

Let me repeat a fable,
  and maybe make the story modern day.

To make it simple,
  a man asked for immortality,
    but neglected to ask for eternal youth.

Yes,
  he lived forever,
    but his bones aged,
     tendons contracted,
       skin dried.

Left a withered image of what he once was.

How is that a modern day story?

How many wish for something,
 neglecting the consequences,
  not even so simple as immortality?

Granted your wish,
  but your soul withers,
    adding too many years,
      turning into another cricket.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Very cleverly done this, you have a way of telling a highly complex story in a compact space.

[Jon Roggie]

This is one which felt natural. As I have said before, I should have been the traveling story teller. Just seems right.

[Frieda P]

Oh I love this fable, we want to live for today, not think about the consequences, it's all instant gratification, not looking at the future. It's an age old story, that will live on forever I suppose....

[Jon Roggie]

Doing my part to keep the story going, and maybe remind the adults...

[Frieda P]

You might need a two by four to make an impact. :)

[Jon Roggie]

I prefer using my subliminal messages!

[Frieda P]

You know people hardly listen to common sense, there's hardly any of that going around....!

[Jon Roggie]

Now, I have another inspiration...

[Frieda P]

What about common sense not being so common?...........

[Jon Roggie]

This is why you have to play the trickster....

[Matching Socks]

You never fail to charm me when I read your simple, yet meaningful words.

[Jon Roggie]

I like to play with the fables. I can't help feel all of the old stories are being turned into cinematic mockeries. They had meaning.

[Matching Socks]

Your fables are the best, this is definitely your strength.

[Jon Roggie]

I blame all of the reading I did as a child. ;)

[Matching Socks]

:) how is that a bad thing?

[Jon Roggie]

Never do. Made it so my friends' parents would hold real conversations with me at the age of 13. I am still ticked I was unable to go to a Bob Dylan concert. I was invited, but I had to work. Granted that was when I was about 18!