Growing Older, Away

'Falling from the tree' is never an analogy that makes the young ones yearn
for simple ways on sweeter days like finding that seven-letter word
precious hours and shafted minutes on games, chuckling and taking turns;
yet here i am slipping, not far, but far from my tree while hearing them laugh around the bend.

Transition took time to figure out my line of work and all that I have earned
I am finding a way to desire and dream while rowing to get through the storm.
For no shame on me; time will not waste me and i will have through experience learned;
but my views of restless drudgery have changed since i've 'become somebody' and since I have left the farm.