The Visit

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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