Sunday, June 19, 2005

pantoum: may/december meditation

You're showing your age, at last
Despite my protection, my conversation
You've lost that innocent appeal
In spite of my precautions, my illusions

Despite my protection, my conversation
Your smaller feet could not keep pace
In spite of my precautions, my illusions
My friends knew you for a charlatan

Your smaller feet could not keep pace
Too many things went over your head
My friends knew you for a charlatan
I could not keep talking for both of us

Too many things went over your head
I'm getting tired of our monologue/dialogue
I could not keep talking for both of us
Maybe its better I let your hand go

I'm getting tired of our monologue/dialogue
When all you can say is "No"
Maybe its better I let your hand go
Even if I remain behind, still longing

When all you can say is "No"
You've lost that innocent appeal
Even if I remain behind, still longing
You're showing your age, at last

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