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Now my best days are behind me, and there may be some ahead;
But of this I’m very certain, they’re nowhere near my bed.
And I’m waiting for the phone to ring, but I don’t know who I want calling.
Perhaps someone who’s forgotten me in the middle of this dawning,
Or someone I’ve yet to meet in my world of broken fun-house mirrors.
Some useless person who can find some use in me,
Who in all the senseless things I do finds some company.
Someone who will leave me in the ebbing of my nights,
Leave me wondering if his lust was worth the fights.
So that I may mimic, more or less, my last and ultimate digress.
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Now my best days are behind me, and there may be some ahead;
But of this I’m very certain, they’re nowhere near my bed.
And I’m waiting for the phone to ring, but I don’t know who I want calling.
Perhaps someone who’s forgotten me in the middle of this dawning,
Or someone I’ve yet to meet in my world of broken fun-house mirrors.
Some useless person who can find some use in me,
Who in all the senseless things I do finds some company.
Someone who will leave me in the ebbing of my nights,
Leave me wondering if his lust was worth the fights.
So that I may mimic, more or less, my last and ultimate digress.
I really liked this- I felt the feelings. I would say the rhyme scheme is a tad forced- but I really enjoy it anyway. The theme is slightly adolescent coming of age type of thing- but these themes seem to continue into our twenties now.
This was a neat way to post your poem!!
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