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Jan 2014
It's the first day of the
proverbial rest of my life,
I'm a year older,
a year wiser,
I have my list of resolutions,
hopes still tucked away.

But how sad,
I don't feel any wiser,
I still feel the same.
And yet, why can't I
get these things done?

How real, I let
the drive of the gravy train
cause more broken dreams,
create even more pain.

Oh weell, I'm not one to wallow in the
proverbial mire,
but it does seem,
I waste alot of my precious-time
looking at these wise-proverbs
for my answers.
Why does feel like
I always look for wisdom
in someone else's life
of mess-ups & gaffes?

The reasons seem elusive, but
I guess I can't waste any more time
lying here alone thinking about it.
guess I can't take life too seriously.
I have to just laugh,
puck myself up, seize the
proverbial one less day &
use whatever time I got left
to live whatever dreams I got left.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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