Ingenuity Poem by Jim Yerman

Recently I was privileged to observe in all it's magnificence
The ingenuity of youth mixed with a little innocence.

I was in line at a store counter, in front of me was a young boy
Who asked the manager of the store if he could work in his employ.

The manager looked the boy over and asked, "Weren't you here last week? "
The boy smiled, stood up straight and tall and then began to speak.

"Yes, sir." He nodded. "That was me; is the job still open today? "
The manager smiled as he tried to come up with just the right words to say.

"Do you remember what I told you last week? " he reached over and touched the boy on his shoulder
"That I was looking for someone who is perhaps a little older."

The boy was unperturbed, he would not be disallowed
"Yes sir! I remember, " he said, "and I'm a whole week older now."

He didn't get the job, there are age requirements in our land of the brave and the free
But I think I would have made an exception based solely on ingenuity.