I feel always near the end
Next to an Abyss

I have so few friends
And in times such as this

Fatherhood is my greatest joy
The fear, the fear it gnaws

Tidal pools in Monterrey
The ocean, but not the Jaws

                  Protection!

If I had brushes and a canvas
I'd paint it

a gathering
soiree or better yet

a ticker tape
parade

a celebration
of one's life well lived

and deserving of such
reverie

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