I see a path trod
With disillusionments
Regrets filled
Admonishions alarming
Of moments out of each others arms
Of minutes hating
Precious innocuous time slipping by
Unadjustable scales…

We saw each other
From eyes blinded with fish scales
U wanted my shoes
I wanted your respect
Father didn’t get it right
Without our aged walking sticks
He may never get it shikena!

Looking at you
Thinking of our wasted moments
Of the path that brought us here
Tears and pain spill
Cause I see an ochestration
That would have made life beautiful
A strength that would have a made our pair
Untouchable and envious
Alas for wasted moments and emotions!


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