On Matters

Stuck in between
a 32 and a 30.
He's a 31;
I can see his "Fruit of the Loom."

Stuck in between
the new and the old.
Glasses, that is.
Will he like them? Will he not?
I just like his eyes.

On the brink
he stands,
soon leaving his familiar age bracket.
On the brink
of maybe dying.
But now he's living and excited.
I'm just glad I met him.

Stuck in between and
on the brink.
What will push him forward?
What will hold him back?
God, I just hope it's me.