Forty

We share jokes and put, hope on those who disappear, geese rise in the dusk, no one hires a crown, to be ushered in here, for pulling her down, and those who are fussed, she'll always hold dear, they know what's been lost, in our summer town, where everything is clear, you know who is sound, someone to trust, she walks in like the deer, with a hint of musk, in hazy bars she's known, to hide away the fears, never on her own, we torch the falling years, each night is a must, the laughs and happy tears, a life before the dust. .