Through all his loves and wives,
this picture of me was always there
on his workshop wall.
I know this because he told me that
his wife didn't like it.
There was no way to remove me from
his heart - that was the main thing.
Through alcoholism, divorce on both sides,
through the good times and the bad,
our hearts were always together, we grew
old together, grey, our stride a bit less brisk,
children were born and left home.
grandchildren were born and fled the nest.
the holes on the four corners of this picture
got a little larger with each move.
now I have the picture, there are no
more workshop walls,
goodbye, dear friend.
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