To make the climbing easier.
Your hands were rough,
And your face all smudged up;
Grass in your stupid hair,
And in my stupid hair.
We were wilder kids, dumb ‘n dopey,
Smarter than the smart, because
Just because. And we could run,
And fight, fly, and fail, and fall.
And man, didn’t you show me
How to fall the hardest.
***
2. The crash and wallop turned ache,
The longer kind of unhappy days.
Your skin was cool
And your face all washed out.
Tired, you slept days away,
I waited days away
And we were quieter kids, sad and sorry,
Drifting ignorant, because
Just because. What did we know?
What hope could hope provide?
And man didn’t you show me
How hopeless I could be?
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