On the corner, in the local market,
walking old familiar sidewalks,
feel the energy, the constant racket,
hearing voices familiar talks.
i drove past my childhood in several
different avenues, and smiled
a lot, while occasional stark recall
suggested I’d been a little wild.
I recalled the night in the lower breezeway
she was as willing as I that night,
to talk about anything that mattered that day,
just being there was surely a delight.
Though the streets were all sort of named,
I could only recall the eyes, and faces
everyone today just seemed more aimed
at handling aging with certain graces.
Driving through town came across the Sun
streaking across the sky, just so close
to jumping inside, say hello to your one,
yet today wasn’t the right way to close.
So i continued along our, your Grand avenue
wondered about a smile, a real person
working the machines, each day ideas anew,
thought another time, a newer reason.
My hometown, I posted a pic and a grin
to realize we were much older then,
today, we just reasoned how we might win
this battle of aging, less scarier than
the innocence of childhood, of young adults
living out their lives with such similar results.