The five years that separate us
is a hole.
You cannot understand what awaits you
when you attain my seniority.

These five years
of maturity
of longevity
of mastery of basic principles
have been hard earned
and keep us apart
in a way that one thousand days
will not connect
not twelve hundred
not even fifteen hundred.

You are callow.
You are young.
You are less than me.
The difference between us
is a friggin’ chasm.

And
I may not have kiddies
and I may not have a job
or a home and a woman who loves me
but
That doesn’t stop me from being being older
and wiser
and – dare insanity?
Better?
I dare.
I dare.
I do!