5

 “When I’m five” my
brother used to say,

as though five were old

and far away,

“When I’m five I think I may

climb the silo

help bale hay,

and ride a bike,

and spend the night

away from home,

I’ll be so grown.”

When I was five and he was three

he rode his bike even better than me.

I think, because, he had no fear

and determined speed his only care. 

He’s worried, now,

he’s twenty two.

“There’s hardly any time to do

what it takes to make a name,

keep life from being just the same.”

Oh Richard please,

do not fret.

Remember nothing

stopped you yet.