There will always be another poem
And with that poem- hope
However absurd-
So even if I despair
...
May the music of my words
Play in me today
In such a way
That true poetry appears
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Each day is a struggle
A struggle to keep going
A struggle to stay alright
A struggle not to lose one's mind
...
All the poems
I have memorized
Through all the years
Will still be
...
My poems are nothing
And my writing is nothing
And I am nothing
And nothing is nothing
...
In old age
Everything is more difficult
The things once done without thinking
Need to be planned out for like strategic campaigns
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I don't have to dream this morning
I don't have to go anywhere
I can sit and write these lines
In calm
...
The day has gone by
Nothing has been done
There will be billions trillions of days
In which I do nothing
...
A poem begins
With the desire
To write a poem
For the poet
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EACH ONE OF US IS A WORLD
There are so many people
Who when they were here
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