Whitewash

I can remember growing up with many things,

Most of which,

Like any other kid,

Lost in the selfishness of youth,

Assumed would remain,

Constant.

I was wrong.

But …

I was but …

A child.

.

I remember having idols,

And doing the things that idols expect,

And not doing what I would now.

Or would I?

Heroes are sometimes always heroes,

But not to everyone.

.

Climb,

Climb,

Climb,

I watched you climb!

You let me watch you,

Climb.

Can you still see me,

Way down here?

Can you see me?

Did you ever?

.

Where are you now?

Do you know?

Can you see,

Where you are?

Where you were?

Where you went?

How you got there,

And stayed,

For so long?

.

Do you ever look back,

And see what it was you left behind,

Way back then,

When life made sense?

Did you even know?

Do you know now?

.

Who do you turn to when

It

Happens?

Who do you call when

It

Happens?

Which shoulder gives comfort when

It

Happens?

Do you have a shoulder,

On which you can lean,

With eyes closed?

How fairs your means test of life?

.

© 2010, Tim (P) Prendeville

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