Visa Card

                                                Put you on a plane tonightVISA/IPO

                                                            all grown up son of

                                                                        twenty-one.

                                                I knew…

                                                            that never again

                                                     would we be the same.  

                                                Manhood had arrived,

                                                            like chicken pox

                                                            mumps

                                                            first grade

                                                            cars

                                                            and girls before…

                                                …in sequence,

                                                     and not totally unexpected.

                                                No saber tooth tigers

                                                            to kill

                                                                        no dragons to slay

                                                the only challenge remaining

                                                            was new worlds

                                                                        to conquer.

                                                So take your trip

                                                            instead

                                                                   to distant lands…

                                                And though I know

                                                            we will never be the same again

                                                                        it’s nice to hear

                                                            your deeper voice

                                                                        calling home…

                                                Knowing…

                                                            we will be different

                                                                        in a quite familiar way.

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One thought on “Visa Card

  1. *Sigh* Fleeting childhood; how it hurts to watch it slip through our fingers, the grains of sand in an hourglass.

    Well captured. Beautifully so.

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