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Farewell to Poetry

I have inked my verses All day for so long Poured my soul in pages But got nothing in return For being a full time poet Poverty has ruined my life Crippled my very spirit Humiliation and neglect follows me everywhere My wrinkles and weary eyes Speak of misery and destitution So I have decided To forsake my pen Destroy all my works Delete from memory That once I was a bard My verses will die with me As I perform their last rites Since writing has got me nowhere.

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