Good Night

I had a conversation with a group of women that define our age;

Whom, of which, bestowed upon me divine wisdom, that of a sage.

They saw a clouded man, and told him what he hated to hear;

But, because they loved him… cleared the land and, forced him to face his greatest fear.

So, whether I talk to you never again, tomorrow, or tonight;

Know, that it’s OK… it will be alright.

What was once clouded… is now clear;

No worries… you’ll get no argument here.

Out of mind and, out of sight;

I will always love you… forever, good night.

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