Things Needed Doing

Striving for heavens
because there were always
things needing doing
and you were the sort
that stood on top
next to the crystal ball
every single New Years
and every single New Years
you sang Auld Lang Syne
like memories
would come to life
and sing it with you.
You were always up there,
so close to the sky
and I stood on the ground,
looking up to you,
looking up because
that’s what you told me
needed doing.

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