The long river of dreams
Flatters the feeder streams,
Hustler's boat drifts along,
His hope for catch is wrong!
Powers of spent spirit dwindle,
Embers of burried anger rekindle;
Failure has triumphed again,
His face a script of pain!
With raped prospects of today,
Resolving to reap another way,
He lights a fire for the night;
Dreams of a morrow without blight.
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light a fire for the night, good one.