Poems and Poetry

Not the Same | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Sitting in the dark
Clutching what he sees
As the last vestiges
Of his power and prestige.

Things have changed too much,
They’re just not the same
As when he was growing up,
Burdensome reality.

Everything was better when
Things rightfully went his way,
Not because of who he was,
Just by random chance.

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