The future seemed bleak
Complaisance was challenged
Noise was too common
Peace forgotten.
Meandering through life-
Conscious twists and turns
Despite the bread crumbs
I was lost.
Reluctant to accept
Or appreciate such reality-
The past was just a map
To peace remembered.
No running water or fitted sheets
Reconciled the malignant spirit…
For a treasure more simple
Was needed for the soul.
Boards both new and used-
Would aid needed rest-
Yesterday’s memory
Stronger from today’s knowledge.
Weeks of work-
Possible years of rest-
As the old saying goes…
Father certainly knew best.
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