Of what never began,
That this mind thought would be decades ago,
Encased in a young man,
When everything seemed much easier,
The avenues endless,
Laughing while others followed just one route,
Now too far away to share their riches,
With knees aching and expectations high,
More road than life allows,
Perhaps this is where he was always meant,
To live his final hours,
Not quite alone,
No, it's not been so bad,
Love, shelter, art, and friends, just no money,
The one thing he never thought he'd not have.
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