Even if you stand in my way
I really cannot stay.
You're much too serious
Feelings become mysterious.
Some souls need to be separate from the crowd
Just to breath and to sing songs out loud.
No need to always hurry
Plagued by endless worry.
Perhaps it is a difference in ages
Immersed in diverse personal stages.
When there are such pleas to attach
It really isn't a worthy match.


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Hoep you are okay and always a delight to see you write prose.
rated with hugs
Rated.
But both seasons and time pass. Just keep the best of 'we' and then go on to be 'you'.
Rated for everything that has a beginning has an end.