I am casting away the jetsam of forty years;
the once indispensable, now surplus cargo of a life
that failed to reach its destinations.
I am throwing away the evidence of fanciful notions,
ambitions that were too far out thin branches;
hopes that were shining bright, I left to wither.
I am casting them off without glancing back;
not for lack of regret or care, but knowing that
disappointment is no starting block for a new life.
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