Just Playing
Don’t want to go, but I know that I must;
afraid that my life has been total bust.
Who do I believe, and whom should I trust?
Do we leave much more than stain of rust?
Yes, I know, there was love and some lust,
But all will be gone like wind through the dust.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2015
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