Growing

As I grow old I travel through the crowd
That girl with guitar open, she could be me.
That boy with a nintendo and gum in his hair
That’s who I could used to be
And the bankers with ties and suits and hollow stares aren’t so old
any more

Holding a child, losing a father
That homeless boy with the grizzled hair
That homeless boy with the grizzled hair
He’s so young, or am I–

Not so long till I smile at your wrinkles
Saying age is a bitch, it’s hell getting old.
Losing the privilege of offering a seat
Gaining a seat

My world will be full of toddlers one day
Who won’t understand when it ends.

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