I'm up to my eyeballs with the hard stuff
losing folks, losing trust
asking what got the better of us?
Settling in to a series of goodbyes
like a western on a wet afternoon.
and now and then I buckle at the knees,
I long for the old guard, trip in a heartbeat.
I see my youthful pedestal from the ground, which lies next to yours
The social norms, the politeness, the ettiquette, leaving us in the past,
playground.