Visiting the Germans

I went to germany
last week… or the week before.
saw my nephew;
he’s got too much of his mom.
it’s a bummer
that he’s gotta have her in him;
it’s a bummer
i got my father, and my mother.
i ought to cut him a break
given my double whammy,
but standards are derived
and i’ve set mine high enough
that i consistently fail,
so i don’t see why
I ought to let someone else succeed
with lower standards.
But he’s a good kid;
its hard to care about the world
while it has curiously unexplored
girls .. ..
I miss that naiveté
I miss that wholeness of my heart
I miss dreaming of imaginary love.
I suppose he’s got enough
of himself to get through;
at least enough to fail
in such fantastic ways
as to make life interesting.
We share that,
we do indeed share that.