My sins are all forgiven
As though they never were
A limp though ever lingers
Acquired in the war
We supposedly learn from our mistakes.
If I go into the ditch on the right, do I also learn there's a ditch on the left?
Or am I on the Interstate?
Time is the enemy
He peppers with ack-ack
My little air craft
No going ba-ack
Autumn is the bull
Winter is the bear
Know when to harvest
And when to hit the lair
In youth we inflict pain on ourselves
In old age pain seeks us out
Reviewing old diaries I feel like a snake looking at the skins he's shed,
Yet feeling like the snake of yore.
Christ's victory on the cross is like Gettysburg. The war will now be won.
The question is how many more casualties before the enemy surrenders.
Fives stars are given by the enthusiast
I say, hold on buddy- not so fast
The beautifully curated life requires constant deaccessioning.
They say they're just tools, our devices
To chop up our day into slices
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