An Indubitably Unadulterated Optional Epilogue (feat. The Comic)

The trouble of time
Aged like red wine
Sipped in stages
Slowly drifting to what my father once knew
Sought in his wife and kids of two

Solid heroes, balanced bedside stories
Reprint picnic skits, scrapped, and kids sit to sleep cordially
Beams bouncing off wallpaper, chips
Off window glares, off sharp wits
Weird stares, lethargic, I've been there

When cherishing memories becomes plucking ripe cherries
Comes down to this

The scripts, the stories
The window glares and weird stares, cordially
Bedtime stories seem to slowly drift
To what my father knew of a wife and two kids

How everything turned out fine
How the troubles of time aged like red wine



Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Berube
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