Used To

I hate talking about the past,

Things I could do but can’t

Anymore. Though I’m not ready

To be shown the door. Neither are

You. But that doesn’t change

The tone of your discourse,

How you used to do this & once

Did that. As if you pulled a rabbit

Out of a hat, and we should be amazed at that

old sleight Of hand. I once did things too,

But you don’t understand.

The days ahead are far too grand and

The yearbooks are trashed.

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