Sure I have a Fandangle.
I have many of those ornamental things.
Perhaps they keep me grounded or make me slip beneath my feet.
I look at treasures and swap them into memories of days so long ago.
Crisp visions from a time when the difference didn’t know.
Change upon horizon scattered my brain so much.
Now I live with squandered memories and human loss of touch.
Branches break to reveal a new light.
A question ponders me through this night.
Will new branches sway into the breeze?
Or will 2020 win and bring me to my knees?
My goals are complete as new buttons sewn on coats to keep me warm.
Dash away from the wonder at the reason why I was born.
Level all the fields to daisies in the night.
Remember to embrace when the balance is brought to right.