Manicured hands will be shaken
Expanding waistlines carefully obscured
Doubts, like sharp bursts of pain,
Will be smoothed over with a bleached smile
Stay a while
You will remember the feel of catching a football,
When the wind used to sing your name
Every audience gave a standing ovation
And came bearing roses
Sitting on the back of your daddy’s convertible
Arms around a girl wearing a rhinestone tiara
You wished all of life would be a sunny morning
At a hometown parade
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