Then and Now
The Gain below par the Pain,
With Time tasting like a Lime.
No Joy like a lifeless Toy,
A sad Song for so Long.
Hope in order to Cope,
Was what they Say each Day.
But down the Pit is where i Sit,
And am Bound to what i had Found.
The day Came, yet i felt Lame,
The Table turned away from a Fable
What they Said, has finally Paid,
Hope in order to Cope.
As i Pack and thinking Back.
I Wear a smile and not Fear,
The Pain has become my Gain
And Life feels like a new Wife.
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