Crown of Creation

Lather was thirty years old today, They took away all of his toys. His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, About his old friends who'd stopped being boys. There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three, His leather chair waits at the bank.

You want to know how it will be Me and him OR you and me You both stand there your long hair flowing Your eyes alive your mind still growing Saying to me--"What can we do now that we both love you", I love you too-- I don't really see Why can't