Because this put a smile on my face.

Lifetime Of Thoughts

See when tin scraps come to life,

And carry you far away from your wife,

You’re obviously tired and at a low,

Missing her baby time and her glow,

While the nurse makes sure that she is well,

Inside this tin-box you shall dwell,

Of what might have been if, you had,

stayed on the ground, safe and glad.

But in these tin scraps hurtling far,

Is the story you’ll tell the kid, of the star.

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