Middle-Aged Poet's Lament
I am old and unfulfilled
I sit upon a lonely hill
No dreams to dream
No plans to scheme
I feel as though I want to scream.
When I was young
And had the time
I could not rhyme for one thin dime.
But now I'm old and time is short
And I could do with some support.
Or at least some understanding.
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