Lawn by Greg MacPherson
Who's that out on the lawn old and forgettable and all liquored up? Sometimes it seem like the farther you climb the further you fall.
Go away. Are you looking at me? I'm older than you. I don't mean to say that I'm always this way, it's just something I like to do. I'm looking out windows watching my days away, waiting for a change to come around. Soon i'll be on the lawn. I'll be upside down, bent over laughing my life out, in deeper than the rutt I'm in right now. You lock yourself up inside your head with your hands down at your sides and all the things you never did piled up beside you. Man, it's your own life and there's no reason why we should sit here and watch it all fade away. You're only as old as you want to be.