Kicking dirt and rocks we walked
All through the city with lights glaring
Music assaulting us out of hip places
That we'll never fit into.
Wine on my breath and beer on yours
We opened our eyes and drank each other in
Something clicks, we burn.
Flint on flint and we decide.
Wasted time before us
So much to do after us,
In this way we're connected and
We'll grow in the most happy, pain-filled of ways.
Grin and Bear It
Like a mantra she repeats,
"I love my kids, I love my kids…"
Never doubting her heart,
Only a reminder.
High dreams trampled by sweet little feet,
Cause her to squirm in happy life.
A hot desire to turn back time...
Dial things back.
Babies? Of course, the same as they are now.
A different time, perhaps.
But, this is the real world,
Or so she is told,
So she grins and bears it.
Maybe again in another year.