In the
Rocking
Chair
Are
Rotting out.
You're only used
To them
And your
Fifty
Years
Of
Coffee.
You're only used
To them
And your
Fifty
Years
Of
Coffee.
I cling to your legs
When you
Stand
[Like a child].
Your
Tired
Tattered hems
Proclaim:
We aren't
When you
Stand
[Like a child].
Your
Tired
Tattered hems
Proclaim:
We aren't
As invincible
As we
Used to
Be.