Gerard Horgan Biography

I've known for some time.
I am not of them.
One - of the society that surrounds me,
Grinds me,
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His sunken and tired eyes stare on.
He is lost at the bottom of the glass,
Like a child in a corner shop
His mouth waters with desire.
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Each note of a piano,
Evokes a different thought.
Of rain drops or a passing tear,
The ebb and flow of life
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Where do I go now?
I see no roads diverged
In a yellow wood.
My senses are dulled
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An emotional enigma is he,
Few if any know his profound thoughts
Expression through work and graft
Hard life, hard heart
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