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The Age

We made it to the age where we can finally lift a shovel

And dig a for buried treasure till our daddies yell to stop

We made made it to that age where we can raise a little trouble

When everyone gets angry but before they call the cops

We made it to the age where everybody’s got a license

And summer nights are priceless because we have summer jobs

We made it to the age where all our friends find out the hard way

When daddy’s in the kitchen serving papers to their mom

We made it to the age where all our friends are getting married

And one of them is desperate cause she’s sober and alone

We made it to the age where we own stickers for all seasons

And we stick them on our windows panes to make our house a home

We made it to the age where all our phone bills go in folders

And we have strong opinions on where all the folders go

We made it to the age where all our parents pets are dying

And we’re all staying silent while they’re crying on the phone

We made it to that age where we have favorite grocery checkers

And set the bar by reflex on the belt to stake our claim

We made it to the age where, though our knees don’t hurt most mornings

We know that they make some noise in the morning after rain

We made it to the age where all our friends are having babies

And we’re the favorite uncles who play catch then have to go

We made it to the age where we have buddies in the Navy

Who show the folks on Facebook just how much their kids have grown

We made it to the age where all our friends have diagnoses

And carry plastic boxes so they don’t forget their pills

We made it to the age where everybody shows us pictures

And we say “He’ll be tall someday” and truly hope he will.

We made it to the age where all our phones have bigger numbers

And kids make too much money making music that’s no good

We’ve made it to the age when she says, “Let me call the plumber”

And you just have to let her even though, of course, You could

We made it to the age where all our friends are planning funerals

And know the cheapest florist with the freshest lily wreaths

We made it to the age where all we ever throw is roses

And all our conversations are on memories and grief

We made it to the age where someone carves our name in granite

And all our children fight about how much they have to pay

We made it to that age where all our children’s kids have memories

And their kids will have stories though the details will be vague

We made it to the age where all of Heaven’s doors are opened

We see that broad eternity we always knew was there

We made it to the age where we have finally learned the lesson

And numbers never matter just so long as you are there.

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