None of that mattered, since 
We were both young; 
Lines were yes crossed, but 
The jury was hung — 

And so we lined up for 
The medicine ball: 
The last ones to dance, but 
The first ones to fall — 

Our time was spent then on 
Red wine and regret; 
And I’ve been found out, but 
You haven’t left yet — 

But none of that matters, since 
We are both old; 
Our lines written out, but 
Our tale not yet told.