Memorizing heaven,
Catechizing hell,
To try to keep the ghosts away-
Far from the wishing well.
Tracing moonlit pathways
Back to a place you knew,
Remembering the fateful hour
Earthly debts came due.
And heavens doorway's moving,
Farther every year,
As the lines get longer-
Though hell stays just as near.
The children’s dreams grow older,
The babies grow to men;
But what survives the break of day
Light dies in, at the end.
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