Old Friends

It is our turn
To bear the rotation of the earth
And become the adults our
Parents dreamed about at our age
Drinking beer on porches speaking
Into the starry night
Popping bubbles of laughter without
Knowing the beginning or the end
Just leaving this heartache and this
Fullness for us to inherit
The light and the dark and
The love that make this world
The love that is our birthright

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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