May broken hearts bleed
from bitter barbed words

May ships of dreams lie
shattered on the rocks

May prized possessions burn
like brittle branches

May life’s work crumble,
worthless junk shop crocks

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For when work falls away,
what’s left is life

Possessions take the place
of precious time

Ships keep our dreams afloat
like cruel chimera

A battered heart knows
pain and gain must rhyme

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