The same force that scatters my clothes
Making it harder to pack
Sends children flying in wild directions
Leaving but suitcases, and promises.
The seed of this rock of smooth metal was sown
Earlier than anyone can remember.
This can't be wrong,
But good things turn wrong when time is short.
It is a gift to see your glass half full
More so to mix the passions you drink.
But the greatest legacy is the aftertaste
The state of mind, now changed.
Good stuff cannot be undone.
And this is good.
Cheers for now...
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