Shirtsleeves

Buttoning the buttons On his shirtsleeves Because his hands are too arthritic now To button it himself Later we play music in his living room He's lost his ear for tuning so Everything is slightly out Driving home later Never knowing when this will be The last time I make the drive We don't know where we'll end up And all I'm left with is The memory of Threading the button through the hole At the end of his sleeve