Drop the Past Behind
Why still talk about a Late Mother
No more around with her useful order
And an unhelpful, unfeeling brother
Stretching The Emptiness Farther?
Hard-to-Reclaim time you murder
And A Deprivation take farther
With childish fixation on A Mother,
When a million things would man bother;
The one swift to replace another …
A past not dropped shuts a border
And makes one to not two wires solder …
Then, one should the past leave behind
Or in snatches bring them to mind.
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