My wife asked me to sit down
So she could look at the map
Her path started at the empty plains
Growing year by year with each birth
Traced deep grooves filled
With graduations, driving lessons,
Unrealized dreams
Conducted a close study
On the inexorable deforestation
Perpetrated by a curly headed heathen
Should I just shave it all?
No, she laughs
This map will fade soon enough
Let’s follow it as long as we can
Through all the life we’ve led
And when there’s only an empty sheet
I’ll close my eyes, trace the memories
Etched into our souls
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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