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Mark Hurlin Shelton
Poems
Sep 2019
Lament London 1987
Lament
For all the brain i never use
the muscles that i seldom flex
bad habits that i need to lose
the fulfilment not quite found in ***
all the hurts , we should not keep score
a life, so much i had left for dead
the abandoned child in my shivering core
and all my sadness left unsaid
what asks the sorry soul but why
why me oh why this tiresome toil
to the horizon gaze and sigh
then plod ones way across the soil
for all the world that was not mine
for all the chances past me slipped
the place was right but not the time
many a miss between cup and lip
for all the doors i did not knock
the flowers only God will smell
the passing seconds on the clock
will never wait us after all
for lands my shoes may never walk
the blue expanse i cannot fly
an earthbound angel makes small talk
while he contemplates the sky
all the plans that went astray
the friends that flew and never waited
for every dream that could not stay
but left me feeling so frustrated.
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