A Long Line

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I come from a long line of Scots

 

The kind that drink and hate

 

Their failed dreams

 

The kind that love

 

With hitting and name-calling

 

The kind that don’t change

 

No matter what the incentive

 

 

 

I come from a long line of transients

 

The ones that start over new

 

But the new is stained

 

With past fears and expectations

 

And somehow it all ends the same

 

 

 

My mother has begun a new line

 

A line of hope

 

A line of dreams

 

A line she prays every day will keep going

 

A line that began with her

 

And certainly will not end at me

 

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