chasing Sunday’s moon
as Monday’s chill hides the hill
with its workday blues

chasing Sunday’s moon
as Monday’s chill hides the hill
with its workday blues

the break feels shorter
as my oldest leaves again
bavk to college life


twenty-five years back
he asked me to marry him
so began our lives

you think it's worthless
the colorful lights, the grins,
the money i spend


yet you know it's not
in your heart, your youth (our youth)
i know that you know