I wish upon

You dust things

Left over not

Fresh has beens

And just what

Maybe should’ve could’ve

Just dust things

Hopes nothing else

These are yours 

At my age

What you ask

Is but understanding

Not for frailties

Not mine leastly

Perhaps yours for

What you see

In me is

You years ago

We haven’t changed

Much people over

Time unlike trees

You are nothing

But life as

I lay dying

In your boat

Or in jaws

I am remembered

That I too

Lived and that

I give to

You above all