Still Tripping After All These Years Poem by Tom Thompson

In the fields where we once played
The trees still sway in the wind
But no longer must endure us
The new kids beefed up indoors

In the joints where we hung out
The music is still playing
And the new kids are
Still tripping after all these years

I remember when
You put a strangers phone in a pint of bitter
That was just for fun Ha, Ha
It was years ago
And your still tripping after all these years

In our fields I bring my boy
A splintered finger and a grazed knee
And I think of you
My old friend
Still tripping after all these years