Here We Are

If one could own his age, I would not ever admit to the decades I have bore.
If I’ve lived sixty years, I could live sixty more.
And I would wear my hair down to hide my greys.
Change my views to cover up my old ways.
If I aged a day past twenty-five, I never did feel it.
When the lights were the brightest and my pants were the tightest.
Food never made me pay and I smoked a pack a day.
Dating was for fun and my care was close to none.
The mirror lies to me when I ask for my reflection.
And people say I won’t live to see the next election.
But my hands still hug the strings with the innocence of a boy.
And my third wife has a body that even he would enjoy.
What good is all this money when those I love continue to die?
Yesterday you wore your dress half way up your thigh.
But now you’re six feet in the ground and I’m left wondering why;
All these years went by and I never told you:
That first time that you left me, all I did was cry.
And now, I’m no different from the other man with a year to his life.
How could I spend so much of it caught up in strife?
When you were only a phone call away, I held onto my pride.
And it never seemed to bother you that I took another bride.
But she got annoyed with my lying face.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep up with her pace.
Took my money and thought was funny.
I looked at her youth and all I could see was me.
In the driver seat of our Chevy, with my hands on the key.
You smoked a joint in the back and yelled for me to watch out for the tree.
We crashed that car for the third time but I didn’t seem to care.
I was high on life and the scent of your hair.
And if I look at pictures of what I used to be,
I’ll smile and sigh and remember that behind every you, there was me.
We’ve traveled this distance, we’ve come this far.
Separated by death and yet; here we are.