I seldom see the good in boundaries;
I tend to play at work and work at play.
I set a goal, approach it by degrees,
but when it’s reached it doesn’t go away.
Some friends I love and honor lack the heart
to set the time for new, and make a start.
While I initiate unlike those friends,
I seem to have an issue seeing ends.

I didn’t close affairs – I tried to change
them, but my lovers always disagreed.
I quit tobacco but did not impede
my social hits. And now it’s nothing strange
that my retirement did not proceed
in full. There’s still some worth in work I need.

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