I wondered if I had any enemies And thought a lot about relatives but they Were parties like me to the festivities Of settling the score in the family way When it got rough like it does because of stuff Though not the good stuff so it was not enough Other than that I do not think I do now Though wondering so understanding of these Once with me under the sword of Damocles Some have gone mad some are dead now and somehow The sword having fallen and all of us gone One way or the other who need not bother With enemies like these as one another One way or the other yesterday went on Tomorrow never came but enough today When just as we must then we learn in our turn All is forgiven when given the time to Wonder but understand we go on then do Life is short but still is long enough to learn To let it all go and whatever may stay Is the good stuff enough for me anyway Steven Curtis Lance   Photo: Landlord at Studio Lance, 2008.