Lest it gets forgotten
I too have ticking heart
All ropes I try and toe
yet branded as upstart
Didn't seem in beginning
with time it got be known
Amongst crowds I've to be
still mostly am on my own
Kin, allies and offspring
have trails to be trudged
My gullibility is exploited
and emotions get misjudged
To others proffered panacea,
in down moments distressed
Kept waiting in expectancy
for my hurts to get dressed
If this what deal presents
I've no choice but to abide
Ebbing tide is forerunner to,
next roller for me to ride
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