Nothing makes the past more unimportant than knowing your future is almost done. Should a mind keep pursuing tomorrow, instead of concentrating on today?
Sixty-two years I chased love and riches and like all of America, woke up to find Democracy wounded and sold while we slept and daydreamed of making hay.
There will be no Broadway production, Girl, or true Knight in polyester armor.
I couldn’t even conjure a daydream of that last poor, deluded, old, failed perv.
I want to rest and find understanding. I want to clean my apartment and laugh.
I am retired and disabled, Man. Surviving in this world takes sheer raw nerve.
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