|Age alters us
||[Aug. 27th, 2006|06:52 pm]
Calls by name the leaves that aren't yet there
Age alters us in many useful ways
upset, we do not go sleepless to bed
now we have that perspective, hey hooray
nor will it echo in the dreaming head
will not wake us at 3.00 am the call
to make, o no, rationalization
kicks in. We will not revisit the Fall.
It helps if you have lost the telephon.
The flower of my youth is flown, blown
to the winds many friends
the fruits of age swell like bunions
but we no longer lose friends over silly things