Time Passes

Is it really true
that you were punks,
in the purest sense.
Because you were
young, way back when.
And like all of us,
you’re surprised
to be old.
Time passes,
it takes us down a peg.
Makes us reassess
the way we really were.
Humongous pricks,
turning on a click.
Shouting down
the lost and found.
Digging our own ditch.


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