Da Bum Poem by gregory hillman

Da Bum



A wronging do of delightful taste
Stop living post haste
A life not fresh but old and weary
Left not full of joy but cold dreary Lifelessness
Losses of time
Incommutably life of living
No one is giving a light to him
Leaving
Living
Dying
Alone and misunderstood

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