Gosh all the poets
(even me!) in the cafe'
drinking cappucino
scribbling private poems
to be or not to be
published,
makes me sad
and
lonely for them
(yeah and for me too) because
I mean here we are...
O.K.! It's for the best
but
look at that guy
I see him
all the time wandering
around with his angst
in his pockets and
his despair folded up
and tucked down deep
in his wallet telling
me or anyone else
how he feels
really.
And, no
I don't know
if it
is any
of my
business.
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