BACKYARD PARTY

I could go out

I don't need to be a
Recluse

My friends, who are
Older like me

Middle age and
Drinking, free of

Crisis they have backyard
Parties with beer and sunshine

Children wobbling inside the
Living rooms and

Their teenagers walking in
Then out with their

Busy friends who cringe
At the site of adults like

Vampires to crosses or
Moths to Flame I could 

Surely go out to a party and see
The friends I used to have when we

Were so much younger I could drink and
They would listen and laugh like when

We were all in the same place before
We had our own backyards