Last blast off

baseball cards and matchbox-cars.
let's pretend that we are rock-stars.
let's build a ramp behind the house,
and let's jump bikes off of it.
let's make a list. let's follow it.
"rainy day surprises" and military exercises.
let's build a fort, just outside the trailer park.
we won't let any one else in.
last blast off this ship is going down,
to the bottom of the stairs and across the floor.
times have changed.
you're twenty-six now with a wife and kid of your own.
and i'm not far behind you.
even when all your friends are gone.
i will be here, because i am your brother