I am alone now,
The days of my life are fewer;
And sometimes I want
to take my bow.
Out of life,
And maybe then
I won't have to strive.
Of course, to keep myself alive.
And when I'm done for and gone,
Maybe a few people will come along
And they will see me again;
hopefully, without them feeling
any pain.
This poem was written by me during my freshman year in high school: 1977-1978 and was subsequently published in my freshman yearbook. It's quite a bit melancholy...but, it's how I felt at the time.
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