Happiest moment of the year.
Final bell rings,
Ring a lil' ding a' ling.
Cattle bell, calling the children,
Herd proceeds.
In the rearview, looking back as driving out.
That slab on concrete,
Stack of brick,
Hold secretes, tight to keep.
In its drama closets, In its dips, and trails.
Ones I know I never could keep.
Yelling and hollering,
Shoving and slamming,
Night before just cramming.
Got no time for this, got no time for that.
Now, nothing but time.
Things change,
Just like that,
Snap, Crackle, and Pop.
Everything's changing.
Luckily, I spent my whole life adjusting.
Ready for whatever this bomb pop blows.
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
