Toms

I just want to be a dad in badly fitting jeans
Rolled up papers in my back pocket
My hair thin, my arms crossed, staring at my burned out lawn but not thinking
about loss
Because it’s not about what we’ve lost
It’s what we hold and what we’re holding out for
Then the rain came so I stayed inside
Looking around online for something to do
Seems like my friends are all buying houses
While I’m cutting up someone’s bread at Whole Foods
Thinking, «What the hell am I gonna do
In 10 years when I’m still paying on this loan?
With a rusted out Prius that I got from my mom?
And my poor wife in her threadbare Toms?»
But it’s not about what we’ve got
It’s what we give
And what we give up