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Feb 2019
I had my chance
now it's too late
thr rain of time
has washed away
my footprints
'twas my fault
I can't blame fate--
the glory then
was mine--every inch-
all the way beauty  went
in search of my heart
but I stood apart
lost in binge*

and now left alone
with wrinkled ache
I could claim
nothing of my own
only regret
I have forgotten
the person I once was
in my pristine prime
when all was at my behest
the purest gems
sadly I did neglect
and what I have inherited
is but the meanest alms-

I don't wish
for a moment
to know my own name

self-pity embitters
and cries out in shame
* figure of speech, meaning 'an excess of indulgence' in this context
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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     Shruti Dadhich, ---, Megan H, --- and bleached
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