Dedication

For my mother, who liked their art
but not their implementation.

For my father, who cried at The Sleeper
and was proud of me for being his son.

For my sister, who may never understand
them though they brought a lump to her throat.

For my nephew, who I hope will one day see the
gods do not all play for Manchester United.

For my lover, who shines from within.

For my past, which sinned against me
as I sinned against it.

For my future, however short, or long;
I hope I use you well.

For attonement.

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  • Doors

    When all is said and done
    There will still be more to say
    Always something new under the sun

    Soon ten thousand miles away
    Never fading from our hearts
    There will still be more to say

    Life has layered many parts
    Their gifts a boundless treasure-trove
    Never fading from our hearts

    And though to distant lands you rove
    Those who love you keep you near
    Their gifts a boundless treasure-trove

    Your words will soon delight new ears
    So many reasons to be proud
    Those who love you keep you near

    You’ll never fail to shout it loud
    When all is said and done
    So many reasons to be proud
    Always something new under the sun

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