My friend, he enquire
I say “Fire. Wired. Less tired”
We converse
And in some flippancy
I drop discursive verse
Upon family
Him a see me
Him a say
“Do you have a problem with intimacy”
Me a say
“If I have learnt one thing today
It's easier when they run away
It might not please, might bring dismay
What's easier when they run away”
And him a say
“The struggle to stay may pay”
And me a say
“In sunshine we must make hay
To store to feed a winter's day
The work we love is not all play
When may all the struggle pay”
What him a say next
What me a say next
Don't go down in text.
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