‘I wear the chain forged in life.' - Charles Dickens from A Christmas Carol
Enduring the daily drudgery ahead—
providing no comfort, only burden.
Resisting the luxury of memories
as regrets only serve a selfish purpose—
clamouring like Marley's chains.
The dulcet tones of unchained laughter
free of guile and regrets.
I welcome the many fond memories—
comforting medals of honour.
I embrace the promise of the family gathering ahead.
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