Inevitable

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Lost yards of youth
Yellow straw dry grasses
Grazed knees on hidden rocks
Summer grey dirt rising
In those energy prolific times
When so much time to burn
When running preferred to walking
And every new face a new friend
How different now
Upon bench sit
Hiding eyes from Sun
Counting hurts left from sleeping
All the world moves faster
And I move so much slower
The friends are dying off
We drift apart and change
Links of loyalty and honesty erode
So many masters for our time
And we slave to all
Grown smaller with each solstice turning
Our dreams and hopes ground flat
A slovenly rut we grind
From bed to work to home to death
Every day becomes another week
All weeks combine to years
And before we knew it
Before you will know it
Here sitting on this bench
Waiting for something to happen
Even though you no longer care.