The wall is crumbling down the way again.

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

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I think you might go take a look for me.

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

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I don’t expect you are too concerned about

a few rocks that have dropped into your yard,

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for those trees will grow with walking paths.

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

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the same rocks we glance every year.

Seems exercise is a welcome tool to have,

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we’re getting older now; the two of us are

not the spry young fellows we once could be.

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Do you remember when you could shoulder me?

We walked the fence, rock over rock and moss,

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

I do remember falling once or twice I think

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and you would pick me up to start again.

We’d laugh a postured stance in victory,

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that began a time when always we’d return.

Seems many years ago to imagine that time,

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when now we walk along the wall. The rocks

and leaves and fallen wood still look the same.