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The Easiest of Jobs
I’m naïve, but untill then
When belately realize
That I stopped to understand
Much to my surprise
I’m a fool, but then one day
Spring comes down again
And I have too much to say
For a foolish brain
Who am I, I could have known
If only one could see
But it seems they’re on their own
And as alone, as me
No more sycophants around
No one says kind words
Still I’m sharing what was found
In my past time world
Who can see it, who cannot
I don’t give a damn
The easiest of jobs I’ve got
In my no man’s land.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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