Basically I screwed things up,
He said, when I asked him about his job.
I worked too many hours and never saw my kids,
And then I did stupid things.
I screwed up my whole life and had to start over,
He said, his Boston accent slurring over the
Rough edges he copped to.
But he seemed so happy with his new wife
And little boat;
His life, putt-putting into the town
For coffee on Saturday mornings.
He had to smooth things over with the kids, too,
He said, and I thought yeah, me too.
Even if we don’t screw up our whole life,
We still have to smooth things over.
He grinned, then,
And though I hadn’t recognized him
When they first pulled up,
Now he was the same mischievous
Red-headed kid from high school.
And though I never knew him well,
I thought – this is a guy who has been schooled.