Catch my breath

Less chance of catching as many breaths

But so much more to lose

So many never have kids

Life is.

Choice chances for us to prove

Old man reflection

Broken in my stirred up booze

You came back here to

Tell me.

which direction I should choose

And yet a younger me is listening

To another man play the blues

A woman smiles at me with her eyes

Her intentions spent on rules

And my older self is swearing at me

Cursing my every move

And here I’m stuck in the middle

With everything to prove

Me, myself, and someone

Old enough to lose

I’m much more willing to die

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