Common is the folly of falling off the cliff
Crashing not forestalled no longer considers if
Suspension finds wrinkles of stalling, mulling
Serendipity resolves raindrops revolving
Liquidation sale finding here and then sewing
Caution is dancing the two step word of the day
Customizing, molding o kiln this changing clay
Salutations to once, rush around yesterday
Saturated years of vanishing away
Categories like dusty boxes, come what may
Learning the ropes above a moat of crocodiles
Echoing adventures where burdens tip the miles
Winsock, sock hop and moments blowin’ in the wind
Ibid idealized and waiting around the bend
Signs of the times in selecting the condiments
Careful the mantra says through the looking glass
Acrostic warm May weather of flowing repast
Reading from metaphors, doors open and close fast
Realizing strictures be not learned by accident
Over the hill and through the woods, seeing the sights
Like ripples widen, the future’s not ours to see
Like ripples from stones thrown in the waters of life













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I see Doris Day singing Qu'est Sera Sera.
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Good news is surgery useless.
Bad news is irreversible ACL deterioration.
Will have a month of therapy.
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