People that you knew
a long time in the past,
they fade away so casually.
You knew it wouldn’t last.
All those memories you made
are tucked away and filed.
All those games that were so fun –
spinning, climbing, being wild –
will have to wait another day,
a week, a month, a year.
For now you have to clean the tub,
fold the laundry, your deadline’s near.
Being grown-up ain’t that fun.
The day is hard; get up and run.
The time, it passes like draining water.
Wash the dishes, hug your daughter.
Take a breath.
Watch the stars.
Kiss your lover.
This day is ours.