Tom Quigley Poet Couplet

Anchors Aweigh

A rock, an anchor, a touchstone
Our visits, email, time on phone.

Has been such an aid in my struggles
And I really enjoyed all the snuggles.

But stones are a burden, you see,
And they no longer are a help to me.

Thanks for telling me your needs
It makes it clear we can’t proceed.

So this is all I have to say:
Sorry, babe, it's anchors aweigh!

See, I’ve arrived, so thanks a ton
It turns out that this special son 

Is destined for so much more
Than you, so here’s the door.

My daddy said so, and he must know
When it’s time to give the heave-ho.

All good things must come to an end
Say, you think we can still be friends?

3/9/16

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