The wall is crumbling down the way again.

You don’t say, you think you want to start today?

I think you might go take a look for me.

Well I don’t feel like it’s my responsibility.

I don’t expect you are too concerned about

a few rocks that have dropped into your yard,

For those trees will grow with walking paths.

Get dressed we’ll take a look you’ll see

The same rocks we look at every year.

Seems exercise is a welcome tool to have

we’re getting older now the two of us are

not the spry young fellows we once could be.

Do you remember when you could shoulder me?

We walked the fence, rock over rock and moss,

we didn’t seem too careful then, you and me.

I do remember falling once or twice I think

and you would pick me up to start again.

We’d laugh and share a stance in victory,

that began a time when always we return.

Seems many years ago to imagine that time,

when now we walk along the wall. The rocks

and leaves and fallen wood still look the same.