A Reminder.

A reminder,

That I thought that it was

And wouldn’t be.

A reminder,

That sweets and sweetners are slackened upon.

A reminder,

That the past was beautiful and mine and the future too is with us.

A reminder,

That everything is foretold,

Yet we need the man in the high chair,

For without him we are goners.


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