And then I saw them
authoritative angles of time
Their age had given them solid ground to walk on
which made my wafery fabric crumble
So young so self-conscious so doubtful
Contently looking up with puppy-dog eyes
wanting to do the trick right
Fallen into a shameful underserving existence
scrambling to gain fiber
to build a stamped and approved version of myself
So young indeed I was
So many words only worth pennies