Fly Fishing

Thanksgiving,
Thanks for living, thanks for dying alone
Because we both know
I couldn’t stand seeing another man
With you growing old.
But come to think,
I never think like you did.
Not even now,
Not even when I want to believe,
More than anything,
I know.
Where you are.
Where you are.
Giving,
Thanks for living,
Thanks for dying alone.
Because we both know
I couldn’t stand seeing another man
With you growing old.
Peg, I don’t think I’m ever gonna be. Strong enough, fast enough.
But you wait for me to be
Until I am.
Peg, I don’t think I’m ever gonna be. Strong enough, fast enoug.
But you wait for me to be
Until I am.
Where you are.
I just can’t see myself eating.
I just can’t see myself drinking.
I just can’t see myself sleeping.
I just can’t see myself breathing alone.
So I drive down buck
Running from the rise or the cub.
He can’t hold his book up straight
He can’t even find pages or name saints
What a namesake.
Every year I contemplate
Where you’ve been.
Rather than where you are.
Because I know
You’re not giving thanks.
You’re not given thanks.