The old goat wanted
To go back Home
Where Family awaited him.
As he drove down many a
Once familiar Road,
With the Wind always against him,
He experienced Tender
Feelings of Gratitude.
Having once arrived
In his hometown,
He saw yesterday’s
Dark and blonde hairdos
Now streaked with Silver.
Memories continued to Flow,
Ranging from those of
The joyous Frill
To those of
The accusatory Finger.
‘Life will always Feed you joy,’
He thought,
‘But certain moments will Mince it.’
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Thanks I’m really happy you liked it
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I really like the lines about going back and seeing the hairdos streaked with silver. It sets the tone so well, talking about going back home after a long time.
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Thanks.. I was hoping it would work out
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Excellent ending!
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Thanks~
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