A poem about feeling old and unappreciated as a poet.

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I am old and unfulfilled

I sit upon a lonely hill

No plans to scheme

No dreams to dream

I feel as though I want to scream.

When I was young and in my prime

I could not rhyme for one thin dime

But now my time is drawing short

And I could do with some support

Or at least some understanding.

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