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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