There is a little cul-de-sac
Where the cousins used to play
Just across from their beach house
Where once a summer we’d stay.
.
When we all were young and free
With chunks of chalk we’d sketch
A giant house with lots of space
While dogs and cats played fetch.
.
Each of us had our own room
Decor just how we like
We were careless, burnt, with bruises
From learning to ride a bike.
.
Now that little cul-de-sac
Is riddled with scars and a crack
And I hear the family drama
Like traits others certainly lack.
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The cousins all dispersed
With jobs and summer school
Guess we’re just too different
And fate’s a little cruel.
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We’ve left that little cul-de-sac
The visit tense and shorter
Cause now we all are wise and see
How everything
.
Is older.
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