Who ever

Who, ever thought

we’d live this long


grow grey & jowly

our spirits tired of




‘’Forever’’ was

a misused word


bandied on the stage

of youth.


Here I watch the trees

watch, before & after me.


Those games we played

the songs we chose


to cleave to:


our children grown

from playing at our knees


are strangers now.


We never knew

we’d grow this old


our poets’ hearts

still singing, laughing


at the soft creep

of years.

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