so good

staring at the pen and ink drawings, there's a crow who's starting to bleed, i go to the bookshelf, myself and a picture of a girl in a bikini, jumping off a dock falls out of page 43, i think it's my brother's old girlfriend who's married to a woman now, my father walks like he's run out of oil, he lurches and jerks his way around the farm, my mother walks towards him the same way she led her last horse away from the barn, we'd just built a fire to soften up the ground, you could see her saying through her tears it's okay boy, come follow me one last time, maybe, don't know, can't tell, if it's so good, so good, so good, to be living right now, my kids are still young, barely weigh anything, i can carry them easy on each arm, but i told them i wouldn't be able to do that forever, and sometimes when i'm carrying them both, the older one says, hey look dad, you can still carry me, maybe, don't know, can't tell, yeah but it's so good, so good to be living right now, so good, so good, it's so good to be living right now, maybe, don't know, can't tell, yeah but it's so good, so good to be living right now, yeah but it's so good, so good, it's so good to be living right now