those were the days, in
Russian Dorogoj dlinnoju
around Formica table
mem'ry muted gray- blue
a doll-sized dwelling
cramped trailer home
tiny shtetel paradise
micro, but all our own
blowing kisses on the wind
making love and holy vow
promises to the future
benediction on the now
enough was a bounty
no room to store much
got by well on basics
lots of laughter and such
sad times there were, plus
mad with some bad
but boisterous joy was
mostly what we had
like the Lady of Shallot
the doom came only
when gloom was allowed
to squat there rent-free
in a time when excess
was something to strive for
we enjoyed much muchness
behind our torn screen door
our abundance was us
such riches to behold
what larks, Pip, had we
a king's ransom untold
I won't end on cant
Nor judgey sermon preach
but I will say joy
is well within reach
it lives in little things
nestles with the smalls
it's about priceless moments
not what hangs on walls
May you find as we
deep gestalt bliss
May you revel in
pure and kindly reminisce
May by and by's be sweet
May you take as you find
may the road greet you
blest be the ties that bind
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