List of Sightings

Always on the doorstep, never in the door
Tell myself the front porch is what patience is for
Always on the first step, never on the last
Tell myself the present is not the sum of the past

I remember days when I became so thin
It is happening again

A week of my dad, my brother, and I
Working hard, just the guys
Plenty of food and beer
But life it seems will find a way
To demonstrate the sameness between patience and fear

And a nеw standard arrives:
A new kind of person
Down thе page from "listless," is "lyric"
A list of songs to play, groceries, and options
And a list of sightings, better than the one before
Do we have to remember the one before?
Dig myself at the drawing board