Who ever

Who, ever thoughtwe’d live this long grow grey & jowlyour spirits tired of fighting. ‘’Forever’’ wasa misused word bandied on the stageof youth. Here I watch the treeswatch, before & after me. Those games we playedthe songs we chose to cleave to: our children grownfrom playing at our knees are strangers now. We never knewwe’d grow this old our poets’ heartsstill singing, laughing at the soft creepof years.