One feels ones age -
102
If it's a day
And what a relief it will be
To cease
To exist
No more bills to pay
No more wondering
If
I 've said the
Right thing
What did they mean by that
And what
Were they
Trying
To say
Sometimes the Tango
Tangles us up
And sometimes it
Flows
This morning I was
Wonderful
And hopeful
And then
A friend
Who seems to have a knack for that
Came
And took it away
Not my fault
But I blame myself
For every little thing
I feel so betrayed
And abandoned
Left here
To live
Or die
And to try
And figure out
Why
The Gods
have a sense of humor
Even if it is
Sarcastic
And dark
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