Funnier things have happened
Life gets a bit sappier
We prune our own nuts and berries
Sweet syrups of life, we draw on our own.

The dramatics, the calculus 
Restricted to outlines and rosters
I want you to hold me when I’m not causing
Anything or anyone to move.

Hold my body - speak to me
In that gentle, fighter’s tone
You make me never want to be alone
As scary as that feels
Teach me to be still.

As for me and my Jimmys 
The older you grow, the less you tell me
Out of wisdom and grace and disappointment.
Innocence without bearing

And why is that sad
A skosh mal bagatelle?
We all learn one way or another.
Allow me to teach you, as you’ve tried to me.

No longer need I hear
Joy of decisions so different than mine
Such poorly hides misgivings and fears 
They’ll not affect me how you intend 
Deep in my heart, I call you ‘friend.’