My grandfather’s walking stick was the darkest brown, with pretty sunflowers dotted on it here and there. He hadn’t had it for long, but after the crash his legs became more wobbly.

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the goalposts are moved
#farther and farther away
it's never achieved
though they always give you praise
they are always in control

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Farther away with
Each passing day, sympathies
All fading to grey.
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