Another memorable day
Is here knocking
At my humble door.
A wanto action creating
A boundary between
The past and the future.
What a wicked boundary
That wants to cause
An eternal pain,
By stealing
My gifted treasure from
My humble hands.
Oh, my treasure!
Should I watch you leave
Or, back you as you leave?
Are you leaving with
The shared experience
Or, to be left behind?
As you depart from
This unjust vessel,
Inform them I'm lonely.
Meanwhile, accept
My humble farewell
Though, I'm dried-up.
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