Poem For David Poem by Zachary Reitman

I'm lying in my bed
In the afternoon
And the conditioner is humming
Drowning out the swinging fan blades
And pumping cool air into one corner of the room

Some day I might leave this room
And walk up to the top of some hill,
But just lying here wont make the future seem any more true,
When money lights the world up like a Christmas tree

I knew a lady who lived on a hill,
She still used a pay phone
She looked at me and whispered words:
"Better late than never."
I'm thinking that
She's not wrong.