Sliver of a table in a small, noisy bar
Or tavern we chatted: life, loves our
Loves, especially, frustrating, mad
Though they make us and as bad
As they can be
Necessary it seemed to us key
Critical maybe not to our souls
But certainly to those right now goals
That put together, piled up
Make a way that can fill life’s cup.
Bit it aint easy, for either as different
As we may be, each failed sent
Us back to where we start.
How many times can I start?
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