Those times
are over kid
I was there
In part
Briefly
experienced it;
Whole house
Front yard,
back yard
A dog
A cat
Both maybe
But those
times are over
Kid
You get what
you can now
You sit back
and suck up
The last of
what’s on
Your plate
And be
thankful for it
Sure, snow
rarely falls
But the
summers still come round
And the people
Those next
door
Across the
street
They still
live
Just farther
way
More distant
from each other
Drifting out
and out
With the rest
of the universe.