maybe it's just that all our tribe has entered the 'zone'

we are now the elders and now we must prepare--

oh Loretta--all the little Peter Pans suddenly waking up

as patriarchs--suddenly you're the parents of whom you've always despaired

your parents malingering and their grandchildren--your name and future--

throwing tandems in the dining rooms--yes what has happened?

where did our youth go? who can face that it's been gone for decades

and your nostalgia is sad and common--well now we are the elders

and once the moment of bittersweet sadness passes

we get down to the business we've been about all these years--

only now--with an endpoint in view--and each individual mind

to make of it what he will--

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