A confession

For whatever deed I have done
to deserve the kindnesses given
I know it not, and confidently give voice
……    “I will never sufficiently return it”

Perhaps days some time hence,
when the dust of life has settled
when ere the frost of age is laid
upon our tables,
we shall share a mug of bests
delights of our senses
and speak adventures here.
And if surely not upon this life –
perhaps upon the next.

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