Broken Toys Poem by Gary Diamond

We wear out.
We slowly start to die.
We're born to it.
We'd love to change it.
Dream to.
It's not to be.

They say the taking part is what matters, no matter what the outcome.
So I tried really hard for several years and still did worse than those that
Never made the effort.
Never woke up close to tears
Never considered one hundred ways to rid theirselves of life.

Do I willingly make myself a martyr because I want to.
Do I want my epitaph to speak out about unrequited everything.
That I'd rather have forty years of love and achievement
Than drug out a hundred as I am now
Forever drunk and pining
Forever quietly whining.

We're broken toys without receipts.
Setting ourselves up to take a fall
Making amends for future mistakes.
It didn't have to be this way.
Still it stands.