We used to walk along the riverbank
Watching ripples on the surface
And be carried by the water
You know, where one stands still
And the flow downstream makes
One appear to be moving
We used to watch the eagles
Circle overhead, watching us,
… As we used to say
We used to sit for hours
Around the roaring fire
And talk of tales of hope and freedom
Way passed the last of the sunlight
Beyond the end of the day
We used to do a lot of things
Now merely lots of memories,
Drips and drabs of thought,
But we did them.
And who knows,
Maybe one day,
We’ll get to do them again
The Mansionic Perspective 
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