Music of a Sad Man

to what a reward do i get,
if forever young i be?
a little ambition that never grows?
a little bread?
to what crown do they i bestow?
a wrinkle devoid skin?
do that a sad mans' music a taste change?
to what then be to live forever?
girls?
those leg parting creatures a dollar smell worship?
tatters?
garments a cold barely can take?
or be a groaning 'mach that a dawn can't wait for?
to what then,
do i forever have to live for?
a dream,
yet i barely a sleep do get?
to bow down in begging?
to shed a tear in a meal search?
pity?
to sit in that rubble corner,
sadness laden,
to painful thoughts?
then if it be of that,
let me die a young mans' death,
let i be shot along the streets by a rival,
or that a cap fly me away to hell,
change this music of a sad man,
to another short story..


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