2002
2002, carpet brand new
The white leather couches
They’ve seen some years
So have you
Wet concrete in the backyard
For a regulation basketball hoop
I’ll stick my hands in
My brother will too
I was only 7 when you built it
Now 30 is knocking
Much like the lilac bush
I’m feeling wilted
I want to go home
To the oak and yellow kitchen
But time has tarnished the walls
Nicotine stained, you smoke filtered