However You Explain It Poem by John Yaws

I wanted so to call you,
And to hear your tender voice.
I stood beside the pay phone,
And I had to make my choice.
I wanted so to talk to you-
I know that I'm a fool…
Life's a game that ends in death,
If you don't play by the rules.
I guess it has to do with age-
The feelings that emerge…
Desires to live our youths again,
Surrender to the urge…
Of living loose and crazy-
Of running wild and free…
However you explain it,
It has gotten hold of me.
But I climbed back in my pickup,
And I heaved a weary sigh.
And drove on down the highway
With a teardrop in my eye…
Perhaps it is a product,
Of spending so much time alone-
However you explain it…
I guess I'll just take it home.