Thursday, May 11, 2006


How sad is the saga of the lonely man,
His plight unknown to thee.
His future uncertain and his thoughts mistaken,
Woe; his ill-fated destiny.

Ask me not for I will tell you not,
‘Bout the eternal beauty of abstinence.
An endless prayer was soon forgot,
And swift; revoked my innocence.

I yearn for that brush with destiny
Bad times they will be fleeing
And that young man who hopes today
That day he will be dying

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