Pickled

In drowning daze
The ripe is done
And on with the marching
Go subtle
The missteps of time
A futile squandering
In merchant wares
Of substance lacking
Too keen to despair
A forever moment
Or two
Twice paraded and
Quickly stowed
In sticky regret
Be gone
But never lost

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