I Give Up

By TheShyAssassin

Sun, 22 Mar 2020
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Paint the door white.
The cross will come later.
Huddle and scuttle and hope for the best.
Pull up your blanket then look in their eyes.
The old are just waiting.
They know what will come.
Mothers hug children,
They came of them.
Father’s will stride!
Futile and pointless.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
And tomorrow is another day.
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