Child soldiers march at night.
Homeless veterans haunt the Boulevard
You know longer patrol the Wall for this city’s Miserables.
Even Guardians get old.
Even Guardians get old. # Link in context
Once you tended to Valjean and Javert
Protecting one from a crackhead son
Making sure the nursing home gave the other his HIV meds
That was then.
Now, even the memory is, “just too much, too much.” # Link in context
Instead we find each other
through fragments of song
“Drifting on a memory/
Ain’t no place I’d rather be…” # Link in context
The Guardian by Kim Pearson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.