Friday nights aren't what they used to be, kiddo -
My mom says, I'm like where's the ice cream?
She sighs. I laugh.
She tries, to grasp
How time, passes so fast
As I climb, into her lap -
Monday mornings aren't the same, dad says -
Getting up, bones and bed
They crack and bend, they crack and bend
I'm getting dressed, fighting not wanting
to brush my teeth -
Dad says, come on man
You don't want to end up like me

I was ahead of my time, back then
Now my stomach is a knot
I'll never untie
And these memories, and thoughts
I can't rewind, not because I never learned
But because why would I want too?