Question
Is,
The
Rules
Are,
The
Limits
Firmly
Set,
No
Room
Here
For
Regret.
The
Way
Is
Clear,
But
Maybe
Not
This
Year,
The
Line
Is
Drawn,
Margins
Gone,
Blank
Pages
Yawn.
Sure
As
Water
Seeks,
Weeks
Become
Years,
Tears
Dry
In
Every
Eye,
Smiles
Go
On
For
Miles,
Answers
Slide
Away
On
Ice,
And
Every
Velvet
Word
Must
Be
Said
Twice.