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He walks up the stairs
Puts his lunch box away
His world is in commonality with order
He finds reason in reason
One plus one is always his two
And that cobalt blue shirt he wears
Makes her smile for just a moment

After I wrote this poem (in the middle of the night) I decided I didn't like it very much after reading it over the following day. It was a reflection of a friends marriage gone bad. But I was much too tired to feel my way through the poem. So I figured I'd post another poem, with the same message in mind.

He walks through the door
With the world on his shoulders
His world anyways.
He tries to fix a few things
Everyone needs a little reminding
The dog needs a swift kick
His wife feels so far away
The den holds a quite place for him
For him there is sanctity
In solitude