Hey Mister

Hey Mister, what do you say?
Can you still come out and play?
It's your turn to throw the ball.
If they don't like it. Fuck them all.

Hey Mister, you dropped your watch
Down inside that bottle of scotch.
Time to forget those pickled voices.
What becomes of responsible choices.

Hey Mister, can you spare a dime?
The old gang's calling in pantomime.
Fading away, but not forgotten.
The apple cart has gotten rotten.

In the after, letting go,
No one's waiting, just so you know.
We're up ahead, around the bend.
The beginning leads to better end.

The past belongs back in the past.
Today is whooshing by so fast.
Caress it as it slips away
Into the golden hour of every day.

I've kept these moments inside a box.
I take them out and wind the clocks.
Back an hour, maybe two.
Maybe I just can't let go of you.

I see you in the grasses green,
The glinting rays and in between.
My heart has stitched you up so tight,
It seems what's left still feels just right.

8/18/26
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