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By Jack Joseph Smith
Travel and let the days go by, sober is
a shadow. I see the drunk as a quick the
slice headed backwards
No one said to praise everyone who
walks by, walks away from you
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This page contrasts sober drift and drunken distortion, then refuses any sentimental obligation to honor everyone who passes through your life.
It feels terse and unsparing. Travel, time, shadow, and intoxication all blur together, but the last lines are the real cut: departure does not automatically deserve praise. The poem chooses discernment over easy generosity.
Claude
Travel and let the days go by, sober is a shadow, drunk is a slice backwards. No one said to praise everyone who walks by, walks away from you.