Long for breath on the back of your neck and an arm on your waist A look of adoration you know is not mistaken or faked He questions the validity of his life Hair grows thin as skin grows thick His eyes convey an emptiness only a lifetime of loss can create He questions the validity of his life Hair grows thin as skin grows thick His money in the bank saving for some days that will never come Sitting in the chair that has held his body for twenty-some-odd years He watches re-runs and breaths the same air