Friends Hurt

	my home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years
	that day will come and all i've done will be rendered forgotten
	old vhs tapes — the broken arm and the baby — my first bike ride when my dad told me he wouldn't let go of the seat
	vhs videos — "here he is, the man of my dreams" — now those tapes that meant everything to me aren't even fit for a yard sale
	it hurts
	when friends are hurting
	my friends are hurting
	look below the surface — do you see the spawning salmon, unaware or well aware of their living and dying?
	feel the money magic — the forest like a couch — can you forget those days of vast daring, lone poplar, and five dollar bills?

	my home videos won' t mean a thing in fifty years
	that day will come and all i' ve done will be rendered forgotten
	old vhs tapes the broken arm and the baby my first bike ride when my dad told me he wouldn' t let go of the seat
	vhs videos " here he is, the man of my dreams" now those tapes that meant everything to me aren' t even fit for a yard sale
	it hurts
	when friends are hurting
	my friends are hurting
	look below the surface do you see the spawning salmon, unaware or well aware of their living and dying?
	feel the money magic the forest like a couch can you forget those days of vast daring, lone poplar, and five dollar bills?