Uncertain

I sit here hundreds of miles away,
Watching the phone praying it doesn't ring,
Terrified at the news that it might bring:
That a great man has passed away.
No news is good news it is always said,
But I dont think it can be applied here.
No information in this case breeds fear
When dealing with a tumor in the head.
With nothing but time, I bow and I pray,
The prayer of a desperate grandson-
That his grandfather's race not yet be done,
As I have done so many times today,
Trying to bargain and negotiate
Any way I can to befriend the Fates....

Old Stomping Grounds

This is what it's like to be so removed
From the age of people surrounding you...
You drink the same beer, the same plastic cups
You smoke the same things you've always lit up,
But something is wrong, it just not the same
You're in a crowd and they don't know your name...
The stories you thought would always live on
In just a few years have dwindled and gone...
The faces are different, the names are too
And you realize they aren't... That it's you...
You try to fit in but it's a mistake
For you know they'll find you to be a fake
And in the end, if the whole truth be told,
You're just reminded that you're so damned old..