Tuck

Yes, we are dying, and
they are staring at screens
sitting on gym equipment as I am
vaingloriously attempting to
build boulder-shoulders before
turning 52 next month while drilling into
my Swiss cheese memory the upcoming school play
in which the youngest sings and plays a candlestick.
He is already thinking it's not worth trying because it
all goes wrong no matter what. I try to tell myself it's wisdom
developing and not despair. The song ends: this is why we sing.