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He's fled the coop to live a life anew of what he'd know;

Left a home with himself concise to farm what may be sown.

But even now, amidst the dark, within these strange four walls,

A guilt surmounts for the ailing aged that he has left alone. 

What miseries are left unsaid or unspoken for the mind 

May fester within the wicked nooks that have made them hard to find. 

So when sorrow is found in moving around the problem's we've assessed,

We'll view those times as rather kind, those issues we'd resigned.