Sometimes Growing Up Will Do That.

I can remember you when
your faulty promises
didn’t really matter,
because there was always tomorrow.

I remember you when baseball
was the best sport ever.

When smiling was a must
with raspberries on my stomach
to match my brothers.

Fishing was quiet time.

School was never a disappointment
and snorkeling was invented
on paradise.

And now I can see you.

You’re withered and cowering
pointing with your cracked fingernail
and spitting from your dentures.

You are just as human as I,
and now I can see you.

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