”I forgot to clock in and I forgot to clock out last night”
Momentary outing at behest of another inspires moment
Of reminiscence
A youth mispent on others
A lifetime for some
Spent starting at ubiquitous faces
At walls covered in marked-up dollar bills
And various defunct band stickers
Now here i sit
Watching younger versions of self
A pitiable lot
I wish them more
Than i have made
For myself
Gravity has found me
Too old to do
Left sitting at the bar
Watching the young fill shoes
i didnt know i’d stepped out of
Too small kitchen, too many bodies
All too familiar sounds assault
And here i sit
Watching the world grow younger
As i alone
Age away
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