Away they go,
one by one.
Change is change.
Done is done.
Years go by.
Wrinkles arrive.
Needs and wants
don’t always jibe.
Some folk never get enough.
Give too little.
Troubled trust.
Throw that bond
right under the bus.
Time no longer shelters “us”.
Those who once
were all as one.
Away they go.
And done
is done.
Dog-eared Stories 