Along About Moonlight

I see him trying to put on
his good day face for me
as he walks toward our car
at the train station.

We have grown older. I say
older and not old. Are any
of us ever old? He opens the
car door and smiles to make

us young again. I smile and
ferry him home where he will
reveal that someone was fired
and another demoted.

On nights like this, I wish that I
could offer myself at twenty. I
want to be the first bird that
sings of a new day.