Won’t you remember the time when we scrambled for a toy gun?
I was too overcome with joy as I shot up your legs
You pretended to laugh a little then pinched my arm
I’m really impresed now, as the long winter announces its end
With something like a stabbing pain and the sound of your crying
You pretended to laugh a little then bemoaned your lack of strength
Ordinary people speak ill of one another
Little by little, they looked down on others
Then during an ordinary Indian summer
I just kept talking with my friend
And on one beautiful evening some people met
An influential and famous politician
My very talented friend
And me, shy as a puppy
That’s how we spend our days
This is how we spend every day