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Jan 2012
I lost yesterday
still trying to catch up to tomorrow
The presents of today yet unwrapped,
like a child I am impetuous
I can never let go the dreams
concocted amid day light hours

The wishes to be a better man...
Yet I've never found the courage
or power to do better than I am

Children are playing elegantly unaware
of the city's breadth and all it's despair
in the midst I mutter lost in life's snare

My bottle now empty
the parkground my bed
My burned out eyes collapse
as I lay back my head
Written by
Allan E Bartlett
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