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Saturday, June 23, 2012

The Loser ~ Poetry ~ circa 1995?

The Loser

I have to get on the path,
Which I have not walked,
I have got to be the preacher, 

Of that which I have talked. 

The passion which I feel, 

Must now all come alive, 

And make every moment, 

A goal that I must strive. 

Because in the end a loser, 

In the mirror he must look, 

Realizing all the good, 

From his own life he took. 

Stealing every moment, 

That has passed his way, 

Feeling no forgiveness, 

This game the loser plays.