Just the Way

Isn’t it just the way of the world
To be transient on all accounts
With every memory precious and pearled
Fleetingly easy to misplace and miscount

Isn’t it just the way of me
To confuse a moment of placid ease
For laze and missed opportunity
As if my life is to time a parasitic disease





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