Late Forties
We never thought of how smart we were
or where life would lead us
as long as it liked us
and then the baby was born,
scorn and derision
a black and white commercial
a break from the tedium
and talking of them
we couldn't be them when
we were too busy being
us.
(The race was always on.)
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