An Ode to Diapers

A friend of mine recently asked where I’ve been hiding out and what I’ve been up to lately so this post is in response to his question.  The answer to his question, in a word, is: diapers.  You see, my life is full of diapers these days with several start-ups in my portfolio and a couple of “start-ups” at home.  So, for all the diapers I have changed, all the diapers I have yet to change, and all the diapers I will never change, and all you personal and professional diaper-changers out there, this ode is for you.

Changing diapers just isn’t fun to do.

Some are “just” wet… but some are filled with poo.

I’ve learned to check often, in the absence of ques,

for if you forget to check them, then you’ll ultimately lose.

There are frequently signs; so, look, listen, and smell.

With enough practice, one can always tell.

Some may seem daunting while others appear unsoiled.

But remember the golden rule:

Never judge a diaper by its cover, lest you be foiled.

While having three hands would relieve,

delegation and maturation are the only reprieve.

Some diapers are easy and can be changed in my sleep.

Some diapers are horrific and cause me to weep.

I’ve joked about wearing goggles and sunglasses in a pinch.

I’ve changed so many the past three years they’re becoming a cinch.

An English major I’m not so I won’t drone on much longer

And I’ll leave you with one final thought:

Changing diapers won’t kill us, it will only make us stronger.

So, with all the aforementioned in mind, happy changing to all you personal and professional diaper-changers out there.