Some time ago
You tried your hand
You were afraid of losing face
The other boys
Distracted him
And gave you time to get away
Having no home
Nor means for one
You kept it near you all the time
The other boys
Protected you
And made no mention of your crime
The dance of the rich
Never pleases the poor
And change comes slow
Or not at all
In later years
Their memories
Weigh heavy on your waking hours
Forever young
And distant from
The ravages of time
Your camera
The vehicle
By which you made your escape
An exit so
Impossible
Such are the mysteries of fate