If I should rise, and you should fall...
I have to remind myself,
these are boys,
singing a men's hymn,
when I watch their shadows,
form shoulders and shapes familiar,
on the wall, practicing,
to be men singing-
was this tune meant for
such clean-shaven fools as us?
or have we become too serious,
in our attempts to stand in the pub?
when did the song wear a silver tie,
without a slur in the words,
to spill on the counter?
I am not ready to be old.
I am not ready.
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