25 Sep 2016

Yaad


Those times are over kid
I was there
In part
Briefly experienced it;
Whole house
Front yard, back yard
A dog
A cat
Both maybe

But those times are over
Kid
You get what you can now
You sit back and suck up
The last of what’s on
Your plate
And be thankful for it

Sure, snow rarely falls
But the summers still come round
And the people
Those next door
Across the street
They still live
Just farther way
More distant from each other
Drifting out and out
With the rest of the universe.