The cold is like therapy for the
insecure;
I never knew my grandfathers,
never will.
The compensation of a new era
shall be rightly met,
while the errors of human ambition
are bound to remain in metaphor.
When all is gold and we have
learned to let go,
the only things that keep holding us back
only turn out to be each other.
If the time ever comes, I aim to meet
my opportunity in sheer gratitude and
with an attitude of benevolence,
for it is here that I find myself verily
in the company in the truest versions of myself.
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