I used to open the door
at Dunkin Doughnuts for a pretty lady
just to have it slammed in my face
not anymore
I used to go to work
work hard like a jerk
then get belittled degraded
not anymore
I used to love the sweet aroma
a fresh scented daffodil
in a morning with dew still on it
not anymore
I used to breathe fresh air
watch the smoke stacks rise up
to the clouds high in the sky
not anymore
I'm losing faith
my breath ceased
I was alive
not anymore
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Fine poem. I used to breathe fresh air. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.