Forlorn

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  1. Posted March 27, 2024 at 1:19 pm | Permalink

    Forlorn;
    I have to face another dawn,
    Inept at keeping pace, In an empty space, but keeping time, with the routine , once upon a time I reigned supreme, not much to go on, in the game of life i‘m just a pawn, checkmate,
    Can‘t be late, flushing meadow, got to let go of my pillow, just a dream, of what coulda been, had I not slipped, at the post I was pipped, never got that push to take the lead, I was spaced out indeed,
    The world of art is my refuge and saving grace, one of these days I will win the race, Gold, not bronze, I wanna be the Fonz,
    Alas I will and see what life has in store, not much i‘ll bet, my path was set,
    All you do is wait,
    Please on your way out close the gate.

    Anthony Mc Gann
    26/3/24. 07.04

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