I will play this game
Until I am old and gray.
Cowboys, Indians
Shooting cap guns, shouting “How!”
My plan simply failed
Benighted by entropy
Otherwise known as
Time passing without asking.
Mother Nature’s Gift
Was how I lost Barbara.
“I am grown up now.”
That was her obtuse excuse.
Without Barbara
Chubby said play was no fun
Then he went away
Taking with him his brother.
Evaporating
Before my eyes was the life
I knew how to live –
Grass, dirt, rocks, bugs, sleds and snow.
Statues, hide-and-seek
Shoot the cap gun. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hop-scotch, tetherball
Jacks, puzzles and paper dolls.
I still play a game
Having become old and gray.
Creating new life
That daily disappears.