one thing that happens
more as we get older
we discard larger dreams
meet our backyards
and friends at barbeques
talk to our dog-children more
wake up later to be late
for many things
take walks at the speed
a child would
through familiar woods
with an eye peeled
trying to remember
the way to that clearing
the hidden spring
the sunny pond
knowing our friend
still sits on the rock
kicking his feet
waiting for us
happiness