The Turning Point

It’s time to turn the corner, now;
We’ve gone this way quite long enough
But never seem to learn, somehow,
And so don’t call our blunder’s bluff.

Yet everybody, in their way,
Recalls the home they’ve left behind,
And, though they’ve long since gone astray,
There burns a beacon in their mind.

And you’re quite right to state the wish
That all these people come as well,
But, pour some water in a dish,
And someone’s bound to loathe the smell.

And so the best thing we can do
Is turn the corner, just we two.

Photo by Possessed Photography on Unsplash

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