half+

older chests reveal themselves
like a crack in a wall
starting small, and grow in time
and we all seem to need the help
of someone else
to mend that shelf
too many books
read me your favorite line

older gents sit on the fence
with their cap in hand
looking grand
they watch their city change
children scream, or so it seems,
louder than before
out of doors, and into stores with bigger names
Mama tried to wash their faces
but these kids they lost their graces
and daddy lost at the races too many times

she broke down the other day
I know some things in life may change
but some things they stay the same

like time, there's always time
on my mind


so pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time