Meeting Once More
You look the same and that is no crime
Time passed and gone and we pick up
Back a little from where we left off
Interruptions are good, the long flow
of a continuing present breeds familiarity
and the slow growth friction getting
in each other’s way, we move without thought
dancing forward and bouncing off the side walls
of the roaring river of our so-called lives
we capture the shiny toys and tote the dull stuff too
sprinkling glimpses of joy and throwing the pains
over our shoulders so we can run into the future
as if it were a guarantee of safe harbour
you tell me new things that are no different
from the old ones and I nod opening my ears
like I am an elephant and there are no tusk hunters near
I try to decide how much to leave out as we catch up
So many things to say and so many things to forget.
A simple jigsaw with razor edged pieces made from our flesh.
Time to trade that all in on peanut brittle and bubblegum
Fight old age with sin difference.