Who You Calling Past It

It’s heavier now, it’s darker now. The people we were got lost somewhere in the mileage somehow. The rain looks the same but the cold delivers more. You get to know that your ‘A’ game doesn’t play anymore. Your salad days now squeak in the bubble. But, you carry dignity better than the twenty something you could muddle. You see someone else looking back at you in the reflection you once thought you knew. You feel the aches and pains more than you ever did before. There’s still a spark in your eyes, there’s still coal in your soul. If they try and take it from you, dance like Fred or Ginger’s there beside you and watch them burn as you go.