Hunted Past - A poetry

in poetry •  2 years ago 

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Time wait for no man
Tick tack it ticks
Papa, jumped from his stand
At each moment he think his past.

Cloud my judgement,
Loose my pride
If I had known
Improved my style

White collar I hate
At old age now lament
If i had know this
I might be the next president

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