Replacing people
As though each were equal
I had friends and I had a wife
Somethings end but I go on with life
Finding all of these new places
Trading old memories for new faces
A little bit of it hurts
I don’t think I have anymore firsts
Me, old and jaded
My mind tired and faded
These new people in my life mid-tour
Some who may, simply, be flavor du jour
I love them as much or more
As everyone who came before
We end up where we need to be
Me with them and them with me
It lasts as long it needs to
Each paying the house its due
Learning from our interactions
Wounded or healed by our actions
It only makes sense
In the end life happens
Good, bad, or indifferent
These folks are the replacements
Tags: Stephen Handlin