What to do
What to do

When an old friend

Reaches great heights

Rarified air

Of fame and fortune

Their feet don’t touch the ground

Their wit becomes banal

(My latest favorite word)

What to do

What to do

Why, stick to your guns!

Fasten your belt tighter

Square your shoulders

And be the same person

You’ve always been

But don’t fall into the mire with them

Don’t even wish it

Nor

Desire it

Or

Dream it

Stand up straight

And enjoy your own sun

Your small but meaningful

Accomplishments

Are the silk threads of the finest robes

That this current emperor

Thinks

He is wearing.

For

This truism

Is true

He’ll be wearing diapers by 90 too.