Where to start with this despondent heart, Whose tender youth so thoughtlessly began, A life with thee so doomed to come apart, Like carpenter who frames without a plan, On faulty sand, foundations slowly sink, So too my hopes for you and I, my dear, We skipped some steps in early days, I think, Impatient choices made in angst and fear, So off I go… with providence in tow, To find some solid ground for me to build, On rock in midst of fertile green meadow, With patience and with timber caref’ly milled, I know now that alone I shall be fine, Much better than in house with broken spine. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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Written so beautifully about something so sad. "Always there has been an adventure just around the corner-and the world is full of corners" Roy Chapman-Andrews