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You never had too much hair on your back,
never stood too tall and lanky, or too heavy in the waist.
Never too loud at a party with jokes too dull,
never the one in your college dorm who'd never had a kiss.

Nobody ever worried when you grew old alone
because you greeted all the men at the barber shop,
all the ladies at the market,
and the neighbors were always happy
to let you cook them dinner.

And even you didn't think it was right
to love a girl so young,
she was only just out of school,
only just realizing what she would do
and you didn't want to touch her, oh
your hand were so dry and tired
but she wasn't like a daughter, not a figure of a child,

and when you clutched your own wrists, she said
one day you'd both be dead.