The Endless Parking Garage

The Endless Parking Garage

 is where my Uncle died
That’s where he died for me
I kept driving around and around
Unaware of the exit
Once a New baby
Wild when he was young,
A stage he never grew out of
Old by not much
as he didn’t outlive his mother
Then the truth finally sunk in
And there the exit stands
In the Endless Parking Garage 

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