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it must not go unsaid
It must not go unsaid.
they were charming people who understood my concern
to have an ill wife who needed care more than
an old pension can bear was to invest with them in
a scheme that out great dividends
An investment where my uncle's son was the facilitator
what else could go wrong, his skeptical heart
sensed a new spring and leaped in the hope of a new
dawn, free of the struggle, which bill to pay today
When the time came to harvest the award, they
asked for more, much more than he could offer
He shut the door, counting his losses, and sold his
beloved invalid bike, he must learn to walk again
His instinct was rage against the people who had
cheated him, but also the rage of the dimming of light
of time, of old age, but rage against himself
dreaming a dream no longer available for old men
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Jan Hansen
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