“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To forget many things:
Like tattoos, and trips, and misleading facts,
Of Cabbages, wedding rings.
And why these things you never thought,
May clip a bluebird’s wings.”
“But wait a bit,” the unsure cried,
“Before we let go of those;
For some of us hold on too long,
To things we should dispose!”
“Yet, you have nothing,” said the Walrus.
And to that, they can’t oppose.