And too much has been ignored,
And in order to accomplish all I must,
I most be away some more.
And when I return it will not be all finished,
Because as my father said,
When you are dealing with the place you live,
It never ends.
Some day when I am old and it's a memory,
And I know so much more than I do now,
I will remember how lucky I am,
That we all survived somehow.
And it's alright,
That's how it's supposed to be:
You stumble through life not knowing what you're doing,
And survive miraculously.
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