French Doors

V1

Over and over

I went through the French doors

I’d run down to the backyard

Where I’d fly and I’d climb and I’d fall and I’d score

When I was older

We had to pave half of

the backyard to make room

For a new room for my brother coming home

CH

Getting older is solvent for the soul

Getting older is happening

Hope I’m ready now

V2

Go there today and

I still see the French doors

That once led to adventure

Now they just lead to another part of the house

Oh that reminds me

That I’m tired and that love grows

When grief does if you let it

I will let it cause I think I’m giving out

CH2

Getting older is solvent for the soul

Getting older is happening

Oh it’s happening now

Getting older is solvent for the soul

Getting older is happening

Hope I’m ready now

OUT

Getting older is solvent for the soul

Getting older is happening

Are you with me, dear?