Redolent of childhood
And sorrowful Tuesday breakfast
The open window poured through the mist
Lights from the dusk shrouded my empty purpose
So deep sighs of tomorrow filled the room
This was my melancholy fate
The towering reminiscences of the cliche fighting poet
Deeply I watched the corners of day recede into night
And from my perch atop the memories
I waited for tuneful reminders of what I said
So many years ago
When I was full of hope
How I've wasted the intervening years
All this informs my imagination
Everyday
So I
Live like I must
Today
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