It’s done, it’s over;
The past, forever.
The crumpling pavement, That was once firm,
Lies below treading paces.
Though uneven steps,
Land amongst wobbly feet,
The surrounding debris,
Will soften your fall.
Hold your head high for now,
Till the heaviness dwindles,
And all is suppressed,
To contentment.
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