It's not everyday,
not even every other.
  It's that one time every now and again
   when I stop to look at what I
    have done and what I haven't.
     The old man who holds on to
      his old lady ever so tightly,
       the dog owner who yells at his pal
        but the dog just wants to get
         the most of his time; shouldn't
          we all? Is there something I have  
missed?
            This is that every now and again,
             when I turn around to see the bumpy road
              with cracked pavement and barriers
               galore. The tree roots desperately
                try to push through the stubborn
                 pavement, but I guess I just won't let them.