Snapshot: Cantina

You came you struggled and you built
Your tale unique your thoughts your own
Like those around you who you love
The years have crawled and winced and flown

Like everything that matters, yours
Is out of everbody’s way
Save those who strike out for themselves
Not waiting for the mass to say

But when you love the things you do
And do it with your family,
There is an honor you can’t buy
With money or with casuistry

The truth within an enchilada —
Better a little good,
Than a lotta

Nada

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