Nobody's Fool

Writer's Cramp Contest -- Prompts: rubberband, sandbox, chipmunk, elderly man

NOBODY'S FOOL

Chip Monk is an elderly man
An elderly man who plays in the sand;
Sandbox that is, not to mislead you --
And elderly, yes, is what I concede you.

He also plays with an awesome band;
A rubber band he keeps on hand,
To entertain his sandbox pals,
Delightful little boys and gals.

They so admire his charming antics.
Their parents though, succumb to panic;
Observing how he carries on--
“My God! He is an octogenarian!”

Dubbed at birth as Charles Monseur,
He changed his name at sixty-four.
Dear Charles, Chip said, no longer existed;
The pitiful fool had life all twisted.

Always running to this or from that,
Grabbing his coat and donning his hat,
Regretting the past and fretting what’s yet,
Forgetting his life was in the moment.

Once he slipped from Charles to Chip
"Monsuer" to "Monk" was just a short trip.
He had lost his Mind by letting go,
Of  things considered apropos.

If you could see him do his thing,
You just might think him quite insane.
This to him would be no bother,
He has no use for what is proper.

He’ll freely admit his mind has scattered;
He, "let it go for things that matter".
The joy of his heart is all he’s after,
He only does what brings him laughter.