How’s it going, he asks
Fine, I calmly reply
When I want to rend this veneer
And speak my heart
Yes life is fine,
It moves in fits and starts
More smiles than tears
Laughter lines, passing years
As life, moves us on
Whether we like it or not
To the next station
Half way, to the last stop.
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