My brain is fatigued…’tis been a long day
Letters are scattered astray in my mind
Despite the late hour…I’ve something to say
Bear with me my dear, the words I shall find
Self-worth is my foe…each day in the glass
I oft’ loathe the image, stares back at me
If only to find…road back to the past
To realize he, I now dream to be
Surely cruelest of witness…Father Time
He drains and gives pain with nary a thought
So many years wasted…my ultimate crime
Or was it denial of man you sought
I’ve no claim, or right, to seek forgiving
Save to say, it’s you…that keeps me living
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