Sell Date Blues

She and I
were lovers too
just like
me and you,
A couple times
that was all
little doubt
the cards would fall,

Climbing high
without a rope
aspirations
but little hope,
That we would reach
the very top
probably best
that we stop,

But it was fun
those few times
I still remember
each of our crimes,
Where we were
and how it felt
how our young
hearts would melt,

Now we’re old
past our Sell Date
on the trail
to Heaven’s Gate,
See each other
now and then
wishing perhaps
to be young, again,