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What next he does think?
what next as he does drink
The beer flows in ever ready flow
into his liver it steadily goes
Things to do, so much to see
so many things to bring to he
But stubborn and lost, lost in time
on this mountain he can’t climb
But the challenge in front of him
to climb from debauchery and sin
But all he sees is sadness so lost
at all those who trade all for stupid cost
So where next for this lost boy
for he’s just a pawn, a silly toy
In a world of madmen and game
for him, nowt shall be the same
To bed he goes a child he sleeps
dreaming of lands humanity can’t leap
Here he stays, with tears does fall
a man to be, awaiting that musical, eternal call..
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on August 29, 2013
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