22 September 2012

My life is carefully partitioned,

Boxed, labelled and sealed,

A window to my mind now gone,

Behind cardboard all concealed,

A return to work,

The end of summer,

If I wasn't so restless,

I'd call it a bummer,

So as I wave goodbye,

And one home moves to another,

We head our opposite ways,

Goodbye, my mother and brother.

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