My world was built upon the bedrock of beings who knew, really knew, the things that were important.
They held me up and kept me from falling into the despair of the unknown.
They held me down and kept me from floating away in the indecision of numerous moments.
I called them grown-ups and they held a line of sway over me that might chafe today.
I miss them and I’m sure not ready to step up and try to fill their space -- to be them.
But nobody asked me and here I am shuffling around in shoes that feel much too big
And wearing hats that still slide down over my eyes,
Because that’s all there is
And somebody’s got to do it.
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