Better Friends

In a way, We are better friends now. I laugh at your still meticulous observations... Cheaper prices, Optimization of costs in a lowly world, A pessimistic topic, That gets me along the way, following with a turtle speed. We had close, Yet, very hotly debated perceptions of should or shouldn’t At the end of the day, Our little one, perhaps describes us, as “Mad Cows”, in her secret journal. I close the doors, as this dusk is bringing an end to another twilight saga, One more to linger on, for a better dawn that God promised. I bid farewell, Never thoroughly regret there, as the need of a sprinkler on the damaged grass is inevitable.