Cat Urns and Chandeliers
The children are grown and gone
I'm four grand in the hole.
From pet cremations and such.
Just two of us are left to the will of the dust
With fewer distractions and hodgepodge plans,
Life has taken on a hue of mundane and fledgling madness.
Alone is our mutual garment.
So, tell me, dear, what have we left?
2 Flickering candles in a poor man's chandelier.
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