It’s many miles from easy to the end.
For some, the end is dawn. For others it’s
the nightfall of imbroglio because
the end depends upon your ticket
and every ticket’s punched one-way.
No round-trip tickets, save perhaps
for some who claim a mulligan,
who say they need another chance.
It’s true that some may need a mulligan
if they leave without a destination,
while others know which port
they’ll dock in. Or so they say.
When they arrive, however,
and find no hula skirts or leis,
they may gasp and cry, “Who knew?”
while somewhere in the clouds
a blinking neon sign proclaims
it’s many miles from easy to the end.
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